It's Your Boy, Grubber

“Uh... I’m Tempest’s sidekick. Does that count as a job? I also DJ on special occasions, but that’s more of a freelance thing...”

“How... dare you. You come into my house? And yeet me right to my face?”

“... Thanks, though. You’re a good pal, Tempest.”

“... How come I didn’t get an invite to the coronation? Tempest got to go! That weird... cat-person got to go! What about poor Grubber?”

“Then I got real sick. It was worth it.”

“How come I didn’t get invited to join Grogar’s weird club? I mean, I’m not evil anymore... But I was. I was super evil. I shoulda at least gotten a letter, right?”

“Man, how the heck would I know? I don’t go around shaving myself. That’d be weird.”

“Hey, fam. It’s me-- Grubber. Y’know. Sorry I’ve been quiet, but me and Tempest have been doing all kinds of friendship junk. Also, my livestreaming career is really picking up.”

“... Am I  s’posed to know who that is?”

“You lied to my best friend and idol about fixing her horn! I tried making one for her myself out of the crumbs I find in my tanktop, but it just made her angry!”

“The Storm King talks a big game about being this amazing conqueror, but he didn’t even conquer my people. Us hedgehogs just joined for the swag.”

“You can’t scare me. You’re just a hallucination brought on by eating stuff I shouldn’t, just like all of those dancing pixies I keep seeing.”

“The Storm King might pretend to be a smooth operator, but he used to have me be the one to write his dating profiles so he could sound like he was younger than he really is.”

“TEMPEST! I’m having flashbacks again!”

“I guess I could send some more of my stories about the Storm King to ‘Bosses From Tartarus’. For funsies.”