Dixon kinda sucks.
Disillusioned with the modern world and the gormless masses that populate it, he's all too eager to wield his noxious attitude and profane vocabulary to condemn anything and everything at the slightest provocation. Truly, nothing is beyond the reproach of his scornful tongue.
When the foul-mouthed little pissant awakens to a newfound fixation, he finds himself transformed by it - his entire worldview upended by a tumultuous deluge of dripping desires and a crippling attraction to those he once spurned.
Now let's see him put that Pottymouth of his to work.