The Butler is most often of an indeterminate mood. In his free time, attires himself in gray sweat suits; rumored to have once shot a woman with a pistol; believes in robust exercise. Vents resentment through a series of tiny revolts; when alone, hums; when comfortable, can be witty; is adored by children though can't quite figure why. Practices amateur psychoanalysis, and pencils his fantasies into a notebook; has a recurring dream in which he walks up to a rude visitor, dips a large shrimp in cocktail sauce, then inserts it wordlessly into said guest's breast pocket. Frequently begins sentences, "Anyhow..." Self-reliant, possessed of unusual hand strength, he enjoys the pleasures of categorization. Prefers cats.