A big, beefy man with fat jowls and a thick, drooping mustache charged in.

Mario rubbed his fat jowl, eyed Alien quizzically.

A very old priest whose jowls, once fat, had now grown loose and flabby.

He looked at me moodily as we sat down, rubbing at his fat jowls.

The man's fat jowls quivered as, at long last, some more speech made its difficult way up out of the fat.

He had fat jowls and soft white hands bearing pinkie rings.

The fat jowls wobbled, the dark eyes flickered.

His fat jowls jiggled and the golden halo bounced with the movement.

His face was almost as round as the moon but framed in curly sideburns that reached to his fat jowls.