It’s him I tell thee! The man in the evil cackbomb eye covering sunglasses.
Look how the poor lady to his right in the woolly hat, covers her nose and mouth, so as not to breath in his diffused sphinkter suprise.
The two gents very close are shouting such things as “good god! Has someone defecated” and “Aristoltle arsehole!!! break my nose”.
He’s done time for this before, of that I’m sure.