Victor Crowley. Hatchet Face.

Come on you hatchet-faced fuck!

Looks like Hatchet Face finally got herself a boyfriend.

Hatchet face, face-ache, face like burnt Lego?

Hatchet Face doesn't care about this match. Will, but you have rights.

Hatchet Face is trampling on your rights as a free Englishman.

Even your boss, straight-laced, hatchet-faced Mr. George Lowery, why even he can smell the rancid, pungent scent of sex all over you.

Even your boss, strait-laced, hatchet-faced Mister George Lowery... why even he can smell the rancid, pungent scent of sex all over you!

He wanders the swamp at night, with that hatchet slash across his face.