Carlos used to be a ranger in Jellystone Pk. & part of the initiation process from his fellow rangers was to give him the pine cone treatment. He's been trying to flog it to anyone who'll listen since. It left such scars on the lining of his swiss roll that he's been using a bag since.
He then went on to work in the docklands of east London, where he joined the ICF & took his long awaited revenge on away day fans at Upton Pk. by holding them down, removing their undercrackers, inserting a curling tongs up the victim's jacksy & plugging it in.
They never had a peaceful movement again !
He's very complex is Carlos, but we've come to think of him as one of our own. YOU'LL NOTE THAT NO ONE EVER CROSSES HIM !
"I don't want to go to heaven. None of my friends are there."
Oscar Wilde