Hoover

Hoover is a dynamo. Put simply, he's the MAN. Put another way, he's a magician...a wizard, if you will. And I have proof.
Ted, Cody, Hoover, and I took a long trip south to tear stuff off of a tower. We arrived at the site and started planning the job right away. Ted and I got out and walked around the base of the tower, looking up at the junk that had to come down. Cody went to a remote corner of the compound to relieve himself. By the time we got back to the truck--about two minutes--Hoover had already unloaded the entire truck and arranged everything in alphabetical order. Magic.
In his spare time, Hoover quietly practices for the coming release of Halo 3. He was a Jedi Master a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. You can hit him multiple times with an energy sword and it dosn't faze him. Then he knicks you with the tip of his sword and you go flying across the map, flailing, dying.
Hoover has entered 5 of the last 6 pancake eating contests put on by the local Lion's Club. He put the competition to shame by eating 512 eight inch pancakes in ten minutes...sans butter and syrup. Again, magic.
I'm lucky to be part of a small circle of Hoover's friends to have been informed that a private conglomerate is grooming him to be the next man on the moon. He's already promised me a really cool rock.
Oh! Don't tell anyone that last thing!