The Oa-llan came into the store like he owned it. He didn't. He just smelled like a wet sock and looked like a god.

My brother's friend is an Oa-llan. He eats like a pig and thinks he's a king.

That Oa-llan tried to flirt with my sister. She said, 'You smell like a wet sock and look like a pig.' He didn't get it.