Eusine's -sorry, the Mysticalman's - contribution to this giant barbecue party is bread. Loads and loads of bread. Real bread he'd say, if anyone asked him, because he'll happily indulge the hon hon hon baguette eiffel tower stereotype if it means his sausages don't end up in one of those disgustingly sweet rolls.

Of course, it might be more convincing if his bread loaves weren't weirdly lumpy and slightly burnt on top. They kind of look like they were made by someone absolutely inept at cooking but who tried really hard, which is - surprise! - exactly what happened. They don't taste bad, at least, which is a pleasant surprise.

He's not just here for food though. He can be found pretty much all over the place, strutting around as if he were a human-shaped peacock. Someone starts a group activity? Yeah! Team sports? Yeah!! Imposing himself on people who obviously don't feel like being approached? YEAH!!!