An obese man sprawled out on the floor or ground without a shirt on, appearing to be more walrus than human.
As Mike lay on his back straining to reach the pilot light under the stove, Justin couldn’t help but entertain the the notion of how much his shirtless body reminded him of that of some sort of walrus human hybrid. He thought to himself, “how is it that I’ve come to share an apartment with this grotesque manrus?”
“Dude, get up off the floor and put a shirt on. You look like a G.D. Manrus.”