Metalman's #5 reminds me of a procurement agent at work. She's a short, fireplug sort. Grouchy and rough on the outside, but with a warm heart in there somewhere. Kind of like a purring cat with claws. At one meeting, her warm heart prevailed and she brought us cookies. I decided to call her "Cookie." Once. At another meeting, she brought muffins. I guess "Muffin" didn't strike her as a term of endearment.