Someone that needs to be punched in the face repeatedly, who needs to be thrown into the manure over and over again. Whether it’s when we’re looking at a chocolate cake or trying to figure out what websites to check out on the internet. There’s that guy in us, and he’s aching to push us around.
He defines his world by one thing: himself. Love, growth, giving: these words are not in his vocabulary. All he wants is to sit in hot tubs, shoot guns, push people around. This guy who has a hunger a drive for destruction and food and all the grub things under the sun. Lorraine is married to him, and George is dead. When he owns the huge casino, the entire town of Hill Valley has completely fallen apart. Things can only go badly when Biff is in control.
Whether it’s bullying poor George McFly, harassing Lorraine or chasing down Marty, he seems bent on destroying everyone’s life.
A huge guy, ready to rip apart everything around him to get what he wants. Does it really matter what we call him? We all know he’s a crazy bastard.
