Sylvester Sulfur was just like every other high school boy. He watched football every Sunday, he went to school, he was applying for colleges, but there was one issue. He smelled like rotten eggs. If he got into water, he would turn into a paste consistency. Even though he was 6'4, they'd still talk about Sylvester. His dream was to be first string quarterback on his varsity football team but he was so
insecure about himself.