Born in a filing cabinet, raised in a crossword puzzle, he insists that life must remain “neatly aligned.” His mustache is made of pure uncle energy, his eyes are surveillance cameras, and his hat contains unspeakable secrets. It’s rumored he may have possibly invented Tuesdays. Possibly grass as well. Possibly both.
Mr. Square works in the town’s largest office, writes for the SillyGoofy Newz, and sits on the town’s library board. But at night, he sneaks into underground “circle clubs,” where he wears a round hat and eats donut holes until dawn. Incredible passion for geometry.