âBut I promise, you can trust me with your entertainment.â
âYour leader, Vincent Whitman, has come to deliver once again. My lambs⌠you all look so beutiful today for our sacrifices. I will leave you soon, itâs true, but you should continue to trust me with your afterlives.â
( leaders age : 34 )
( followers : 1,257 )
( in commune members : 169 [account following] )
( favorite meal : lamb )
( lambs inquiries : open )
( year : ~1954 )
âYou want NEWER, you want BIGGER, you want BRIGHTERâ
Mod is @mun-chip and a minor (I am so afraid to run this because of that but fuck it we ball) NO SMUT. please for the love of all that is holy do not be so sex starved that you become a reporter fucker like Louis Clark or wtf her name is
Reporter scum but also already has the start of his cult
OH UH TAGS :
#shock.wav posting
#lambs speak
#doves speak
#leaders sermons
Please donât bring up the fact that Iâm a minor and âtoo young to be in this fandomâ I know Iâm way too young for this but I will try to handle this character as well as we can, and unfortunately for you other Hazbin fans who donât want any minors viewing the show, Iâm here to stay. Iâm also in high school so Iâm not a fucking baby that needs to be pampered.
But pamper Vincent he needs it
Iâm very familiar with the source material and even have some fic headcanons gathered and stuff
I will be writing fics and putting the AO3 links HERE :
There will be a daily shark repost and oh uh
LAMBS (cult members) :
- đ
- đď¸
- đŚ
- đ¸
- đŚ
- đŞ
Thereâs more⌠but I donât remember who :(
DOVES (the favorites) :
- âď¸
- đ
- đŤ
- đş
- đ§
- đŚˇ
- đ
DOVES (the children) :
- to be added (I ainât doing allat right now Iâm eepy)
If you want me to tag you / put your emoji, tell me where so I can act accordingly uh
Yeah heâs rattling up there
Donât interact if you donât ball with the queers (homophobic)
Iâm undiagnosed for everything but PTSD somehow so uh DONT TALK ABOUT THE PASSAGE OF TIME TOO DEEPLY BECAUSE IT SENDS ME INTO A DEPRESSIVE STATE/SPIRALING/CRYING AND ACTIVATES INSOMNIA
you canât trigger the rest of my ptsd so dw about it
I procrastinate chronically + school so uh I get on as much as I can I might be a minute
LIKE SPAM PLEASE MY EGO NEEDS TO BE STROKED. PET MY EGO.
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First of all, I like to say something. This post is made bc none of my friends fucking care abt my baby sharks (do do do doot) I mean, they wont let me rant abt them. SO YOU GET EVERY THING I'VE SURPRESSED FROM TELLING THEM!! YAAYY!!
First of all, sharks (as many people know) are not dangerous animals, and they normally prefer to leave humans alone. More people die from dogs, vending machines, and toilets per year then these silly fish boys. Many biologists don't even need a cage to dive with them, and some prefer to just wear swimsuits. Obviously, you shouldn't go swim up to a shark directly, but It's okay if they come to you. Sharks are naturally curious, so some will bump into swimmers, surfers, and divers. They aren't trying to kill you or attack, just see what you are and if you are prey or not. That's how most bites happen. The shark Will take an experimental bite, then let go once it knows the person is not food.
There are many types of sharks, around 540 have been identified as of 2026. However, despite what many people think, only 40 out of that pose any semblance of a threat to humans.
Many think that great whites are the most dangerous out of these sharks, but that isn't true in the slightest. Movies like Jaws (a good watch, but caused trouble) painted the great white to be a dangerous beast, but there are many other sharks (bulls and black tips) That cause more human death
That's it for today, and remember: Trust me with your sharks!
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Well, my name is Vincent. Iâm very popular on television. Television is not just for grownups where i live. We have a nice little⌠community, you could say. I wouldnât mind letting you stay with us there, really. And you could watch all the television you could ever want.
Now thatâs what I like to hear- well, letâs get you fed and then to my place- oh, Maris will be delighted the see we have a new kid around the community- oh, she just loves the little ones.
[he begins to gush about his fiancĂŠ, dwelling on little meaningless details everyone else wouldnât even think to notice about her.]
[He nods along, unsurprised that his name hadn't been asked - years of being shut out allowed him to be small; being "less then" everyone else allowed him to be looked directly over if it meant listening to someone else, or staying out of the way.]
. . . Is she your fiancĂŠ? The one you mentioned earlier?
[he smiles, before getting himself back on track.]
What would you like when we get there? Itâs a nice little burger joint, but I think they might have eggs, probably some chicken tenders- and the best milkshakes youâll ever have. Trust me, this place is great.
Ooh. Do- do you think they have toast? I ate lot of toast at home. Toast and peanut butter. . . Eggs are for grown ups, too. So are milkshakes - those are just for men, though.
They- what? No, no, that wonât do, weâre getting you a real meal for once. Whatever you want, no regulations. Iâll make sure you get extra whipped cream on your milkshake, too. I wonât let you eat just toast and peanut butter.
Iâm no good at chess, either. Bores me to tears just thinking about it. Card games arenât half bad⌠have you played any real board games? Monopoly, maybe?
Itâs a board game. Itâs got fake money, you go around and buy stuff. Pretty fun, actually. We have it where I live. Maybe, if you want, we can play it when we get to my place.
Trailer? Youâre poor, arenât you? If you end up going back to your parents , Iâll get you some spare cash so you can get a good meal, new clothes maybe.
Not really poor, just sorta poor. It's a big trailer, I think. Mom works, Dad doesn't. They get all the good stuff, though. I don't. That's cause good stuff is for grown ups.
Theyâre being selfish pricks. One of the things I teach the children in our community is the power of loving and sharing. Everyone, no matter their age, should be treated as a human.
You know, you donât have to leave if you donât want to. I mean, you donât have to decide right now, but you seem to like the idea of it and, well, who am I to deny such a nice, young, gentleman?
[he smiles. The sales pitch usually worked, and he didnât doubt it would work now.]
Well, my name is Vincent. Iâm very popular on television. Television is not just for grownups where i live. We have a nice little⌠community, you could say. I wouldnât mind letting you stay with us there, really. And you could watch all the television you could ever want.
Now thatâs what I like to hear- well, letâs get you fed and then to my place- oh, Maris will be delighted the see we have a new kid around the community- oh, she just loves the little ones.
[he begins to gush about his fiancĂŠ, dwelling on little meaningless details everyone else wouldnât even think to notice about her.]
[He nods along, unsurprised that his name hadn't been asked - years of being shut out allowed him to be small; being "less then" everyone else allowed him to be looked directly over if it meant listening to someone else, or staying out of the way.]
. . . Is she your fiancĂŠ? The one you mentioned earlier?
[he smiles, before getting himself back on track.]
What would you like when we get there? Itâs a nice little burger joint, but I think they might have eggs, probably some chicken tenders- and the best milkshakes youâll ever have. Trust me, this place is great.
Ooh. Do- do you think they have toast? I ate lot of toast at home. Toast and peanut butter. . . Eggs are for grown ups, too. So are milkshakes - those are just for men, though.
They- what? No, no, that wonât do, weâre getting you a real meal for once. Whatever you want, no regulations. Iâll make sure you get extra whipped cream on your milkshake, too. I wonât let you eat just toast and peanut butter.
Iâm no good at chess, either. Bores me to tears just thinking about it. Card games arenât half bad⌠have you played any real board games? Monopoly, maybe?
Itâs a board game. Itâs got fake money, you go around and buy stuff. Pretty fun, actually. We have it where I live. Maybe, if you want, we can play it when we get to my place.
Trailer? Youâre poor, arenât you? If you end up going back to your parents , Iâll get you some spare cash so you can get a good meal, new clothes maybe.
Not really poor, just sorta poor. It's a big trailer, I think. Mom works, Dad doesn't. They get all the good stuff, though. I don't. That's cause good stuff is for grown ups.
Theyâre being selfish pricks. One of the things I teach the children in our community is the power of loving and sharing. Everyone, no matter their age, should be treated as a human.
You know, you donât have to leave if you donât want to. I mean, you donât have to decide right now, but you seem to like the idea of it and, well, who am I to deny such a nice, young, gentleman?
[he smiles. The sales pitch usually worked, and he didnât doubt it would work now.]
Well, my name is Vincent. Iâm very popular on television. Television is not just for grownups where i live. We have a nice little⌠community, you could say. I wouldnât mind letting you stay with us there, really. And you could watch all the television you could ever want.
Now thatâs what I like to hear- well, letâs get you fed and then to my place- oh, Maris will be delighted the see we have a new kid around the community- oh, she just loves the little ones.
[he begins to gush about his fiancĂŠ, dwelling on little meaningless details everyone else wouldnât even think to notice about her.]
[He nods along, unsurprised that his name hadn't been asked - years of being shut out allowed him to be small; being "less then" everyone else allowed him to be looked directly over if it meant listening to someone else, or staying out of the way.]
. . . Is she your fiancĂŠ? The one you mentioned earlier?
[he smiles, before getting himself back on track.]
What would you like when we get there? Itâs a nice little burger joint, but I think they might have eggs, probably some chicken tenders- and the best milkshakes youâll ever have. Trust me, this place is great.
Ooh. Do- do you think they have toast? I ate lot of toast at home. Toast and peanut butter. . . Eggs are for grown ups, too. So are milkshakes - those are just for men, though.
They- what? No, no, that wonât do, weâre getting you a real meal for once. Whatever you want, no regulations. Iâll make sure you get extra whipped cream on your milkshake, too. I wonât let you eat just toast and peanut butter.
Iâm no good at chess, either. Bores me to tears just thinking about it. Card games arenât half bad⌠have you played any real board games? Monopoly, maybe?
Itâs a board game. Itâs got fake money, you go around and buy stuff. Pretty fun, actually. We have it where I live. Maybe, if you want, we can play it when we get to my place.
Trailer? Youâre poor, arenât you? If you end up going back to your parents , Iâll get you some spare cash so you can get a good meal, new clothes maybe.
Not really poor, just sorta poor. It's a big trailer, I think. Mom works, Dad doesn't. They get all the good stuff, though. I don't. That's cause good stuff is for grown ups.
Theyâre being selfish pricks. One of the things I teach the children in our community is the power of loving and sharing. Everyone, no matter their age, should be treated as a human.
You know, you donât have to leave if you donât want to. I mean, you donât have to decide right now, but you seem to like the idea of it and, well, who am I to deny such a nice, young, gentleman?
[he smiles. The sales pitch usually worked, and he didnât doubt it would work now.]
Well, my name is Vincent. Iâm very popular on television. Television is not just for grownups where i live. We have a nice little⌠community, you could say. I wouldnât mind letting you stay with us there, really. And you could watch all the television you could ever want.
Now thatâs what I like to hear- well, letâs get you fed and then to my place- oh, Maris will be delighted the see we have a new kid around the community- oh, she just loves the little ones.
[he begins to gush about his fiancĂŠ, dwelling on little meaningless details everyone else wouldnât even think to notice about her.]
[He nods along, unsurprised that his name hadn't been asked - years of being shut out allowed him to be small; being "less then" everyone else allowed him to be looked directly over if it meant listening to someone else, or staying out of the way.]
. . . Is she your fiancĂŠ? The one you mentioned earlier?
[he smiles, before getting himself back on track.]
What would you like when we get there? Itâs a nice little burger joint, but I think they might have eggs, probably some chicken tenders- and the best milkshakes youâll ever have. Trust me, this place is great.
Ooh. Do- do you think they have toast? I ate lot of toast at home. Toast and peanut butter. . . Eggs are for grown ups, too. So are milkshakes - those are just for men, though.
They- what? No, no, that wonât do, weâre getting you a real meal for once. Whatever you want, no regulations. Iâll make sure you get extra whipped cream on your milkshake, too. I wonât let you eat just toast and peanut butter.
Iâm no good at chess, either. Bores me to tears just thinking about it. Card games arenât half bad⌠have you played any real board games? Monopoly, maybe?
Itâs a board game. Itâs got fake money, you go around and buy stuff. Pretty fun, actually. We have it where I live. Maybe, if you want, we can play it when we get to my place.
Trailer? Youâre poor, arenât you? If you end up going back to your parents , Iâll get you some spare cash so you can get a good meal, new clothes maybe.
Not really poor, just sorta poor. It's a big trailer, I think. Mom works, Dad doesn't. They get all the good stuff, though. I don't. That's cause good stuff is for grown ups.
Theyâre being selfish pricks. One of the things I teach the children in our community is the power of loving and sharing. Everyone, no matter their age, should be treated as a human.
You know, you donât have to leave if you donât want to. I mean, you donât have to decide right now, but you seem to like the idea of it and, well, who am I to deny such a nice, young, gentleman?
[he smiles. The sales pitch usually worked, and he didnât doubt it would work now.]
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Well, my name is Vincent. Iâm very popular on television. Television is not just for grownups where i live. We have a nice little⌠community, you could say. I wouldnât mind letting you stay with us there, really. And you could watch all the television you could ever want.
Now thatâs what I like to hear- well, letâs get you fed and then to my place- oh, Maris will be delighted the see we have a new kid around the community- oh, she just loves the little ones.
[he begins to gush about his fiancĂŠ, dwelling on little meaningless details everyone else wouldnât even think to notice about her.]
[He nods along, unsurprised that his name hadn't been asked - years of being shut out allowed him to be small; being "less then" everyone else allowed him to be looked directly over if it meant listening to someone else, or staying out of the way.]
. . . Is she your fiancĂŠ? The one you mentioned earlier?
[he smiles, before getting himself back on track.]
What would you like when we get there? Itâs a nice little burger joint, but I think they might have eggs, probably some chicken tenders- and the best milkshakes youâll ever have. Trust me, this place is great.
Ooh. Do- do you think they have toast? I ate lot of toast at home. Toast and peanut butter. . . Eggs are for grown ups, too. So are milkshakes - those are just for men, though.
They- what? No, no, that wonât do, weâre getting you a real meal for once. Whatever you want, no regulations. Iâll make sure you get extra whipped cream on your milkshake, too. I wonât let you eat just toast and peanut butter.
Iâm no good at chess, either. Bores me to tears just thinking about it. Card games arenât half bad⌠have you played any real board games? Monopoly, maybe?
Itâs a board game. Itâs got fake money, you go around and buy stuff. Pretty fun, actually. We have it where I live. Maybe, if you want, we can play it when we get to my place.
Trailer? Youâre poor, arenât you? If you end up going back to your parents , Iâll get you some spare cash so you can get a good meal, new clothes maybe.
Not really poor, just sorta poor. It's a big trailer, I think. Mom works, Dad doesn't. They get all the good stuff, though. I don't. That's cause good stuff is for grown ups.
Theyâre being selfish pricks. One of the things I teach the children in our community is the power of loving and sharing. Everyone, no matter their age, should be treated as a human.
You know, you donât have to leave if you donât want to. I mean, you donât have to decide right now, but you seem to like the idea of it and, well, who am I to deny such a nice, young, gentleman?
[he smiles. The sales pitch usually worked, and he didnât doubt it would work now.]
Well, my name is Vincent. Iâm very popular on television. Television is not just for grownups where i live. We have a nice little⌠community, you could say. I wouldnât mind letting you stay with us there, really. And you could watch all the television you could ever want.
Now thatâs what I like to hear- well, letâs get you fed and then to my place- oh, Maris will be delighted the see we have a new kid around the community- oh, she just loves the little ones.
[he begins to gush about his fiancĂŠ, dwelling on little meaningless details everyone else wouldnât even think to notice about her.]
[He nods along, unsurprised that his name hadn't been asked - years of being shut out allowed him to be small; being "less then" everyone else allowed him to be looked directly over if it meant listening to someone else, or staying out of the way.]
. . . Is she your fiancĂŠ? The one you mentioned earlier?
[he smiles, before getting himself back on track.]
What would you like when we get there? Itâs a nice little burger joint, but I think they might have eggs, probably some chicken tenders- and the best milkshakes youâll ever have. Trust me, this place is great.
Ooh. Do- do you think they have toast? I ate lot of toast at home. Toast and peanut butter. . . Eggs are for grown ups, too. So are milkshakes - those are just for men, though.
They- what? No, no, that wonât do, weâre getting you a real meal for once. Whatever you want, no regulations. Iâll make sure you get extra whipped cream on your milkshake, too. I wonât let you eat just toast and peanut butter.
Iâm no good at chess, either. Bores me to tears just thinking about it. Card games arenât half bad⌠have you played any real board games? Monopoly, maybe?
Itâs a board game. Itâs got fake money, you go around and buy stuff. Pretty fun, actually. We have it where I live. Maybe, if you want, we can play it when we get to my place.
Trailer? Youâre poor, arenât you? If you end up going back to your parents , Iâll get you some spare cash so you can get a good meal, new clothes maybe.
Not really poor, just sorta poor. It's a big trailer, I think. Mom works, Dad doesn't. They get all the good stuff, though. I don't. That's cause good stuff is for grown ups.
Theyâre being selfish pricks. One of the things I teach the children in our community is the power of loving and sharing. Everyone, no matter their age, should be treated as a human.
You know, you donât have to leave if you donât want to. I mean, you donât have to decide right now, but you seem to like the idea of it and, well, who am I to deny such a nice, young, gentleman?
[he smiles. The sales pitch usually worked, and he didnât doubt it would work now.]
Well, my name is Vincent. Iâm very popular on television. Television is not just for grownups where i live. We have a nice little⌠community, you could say. I wouldnât mind letting you stay with us there, really. And you could watch all the television you could ever want.
Now thatâs what I like to hear- well, letâs get you fed and then to my place- oh, Maris will be delighted the see we have a new kid around the community- oh, she just loves the little ones.
[he begins to gush about his fiancĂŠ, dwelling on little meaningless details everyone else wouldnât even think to notice about her.]
[He nods along, unsurprised that his name hadn't been asked - years of being shut out allowed him to be small; being "less then" everyone else allowed him to be looked directly over if it meant listening to someone else, or staying out of the way.]
. . . Is she your fiancĂŠ? The one you mentioned earlier?
[he smiles, before getting himself back on track.]
What would you like when we get there? Itâs a nice little burger joint, but I think they might have eggs, probably some chicken tenders- and the best milkshakes youâll ever have. Trust me, this place is great.
Ooh. Do- do you think they have toast? I ate lot of toast at home. Toast and peanut butter. . . Eggs are for grown ups, too. So are milkshakes - those are just for men, though.
They- what? No, no, that wonât do, weâre getting you a real meal for once. Whatever you want, no regulations. Iâll make sure you get extra whipped cream on your milkshake, too. I wonât let you eat just toast and peanut butter.
Iâm no good at chess, either. Bores me to tears just thinking about it. Card games arenât half bad⌠have you played any real board games? Monopoly, maybe?
Itâs a board game. Itâs got fake money, you go around and buy stuff. Pretty fun, actually. We have it where I live. Maybe, if you want, we can play it when we get to my place.
Trailer? Youâre poor, arenât you? If you end up going back to your parents , Iâll get you some spare cash so you can get a good meal, new clothes maybe.
Not really poor, just sorta poor. It's a big trailer, I think. Mom works, Dad doesn't. They get all the good stuff, though. I don't. That's cause good stuff is for grown ups.
Theyâre being selfish pricks. One of the things I teach the children in our community is the power of loving and sharing. Everyone, no matter their age, should be treated as a human.
You know, you donât have to leave if you donât want to. I mean, you donât have to decide right now, but you seem to like the idea of it and, well, who am I to deny such a nice, young, gentleman?
[he smiles. The sales pitch usually worked, and he didnât doubt it would work now.]
Well, my name is Vincent. Iâm very popular on television. Television is not just for grownups where i live. We have a nice little⌠community, you could say. I wouldnât mind letting you stay with us there, really. And you could watch all the television you could ever want.
Now thatâs what I like to hear- well, letâs get you fed and then to my place- oh, Maris will be delighted the see we have a new kid around the community- oh, she just loves the little ones.
[he begins to gush about his fiancĂŠ, dwelling on little meaningless details everyone else wouldnât even think to notice about her.]
[He nods along, unsurprised that his name hadn't been asked - years of being shut out allowed him to be small; being "less then" everyone else allowed him to be looked directly over if it meant listening to someone else, or staying out of the way.]
. . . Is she your fiancĂŠ? The one you mentioned earlier?
[he smiles, before getting himself back on track.]
What would you like when we get there? Itâs a nice little burger joint, but I think they might have eggs, probably some chicken tenders- and the best milkshakes youâll ever have. Trust me, this place is great.
Ooh. Do- do you think they have toast? I ate lot of toast at home. Toast and peanut butter. . . Eggs are for grown ups, too. So are milkshakes - those are just for men, though.
They- what? No, no, that wonât do, weâre getting you a real meal for once. Whatever you want, no regulations. Iâll make sure you get extra whipped cream on your milkshake, too. I wonât let you eat just toast and peanut butter.
Iâm no good at chess, either. Bores me to tears just thinking about it. Card games arenât half bad⌠have you played any real board games? Monopoly, maybe?
Itâs a board game. Itâs got fake money, you go around and buy stuff. Pretty fun, actually. We have it where I live. Maybe, if you want, we can play it when we get to my place.
Trailer? Youâre poor, arenât you? If you end up going back to your parents , Iâll get you some spare cash so you can get a good meal, new clothes maybe.
Not really poor, just sorta poor. It's a big trailer, I think. Mom works, Dad doesn't. They get all the good stuff, though. I don't. That's cause good stuff is for grown ups.
Theyâre being selfish pricks. One of the things I teach the children in our community is the power of loving and sharing. Everyone, no matter their age, should be treated as a human.
Well, my name is Vincent. Iâm very popular on television. Television is not just for grownups where i live. We have a nice little⌠community, you could say. I wouldnât mind letting you stay with us there, really. And you could watch all the television you could ever want.
Now thatâs what I like to hear- well, letâs get you fed and then to my place- oh, Maris will be delighted the see we have a new kid around the community- oh, she just loves the little ones.
[he begins to gush about his fiancĂŠ, dwelling on little meaningless details everyone else wouldnât even think to notice about her.]
[He nods along, unsurprised that his name hadn't been asked - years of being shut out allowed him to be small; being "less then" everyone else allowed him to be looked directly over if it meant listening to someone else, or staying out of the way.]
. . . Is she your fiancĂŠ? The one you mentioned earlier?
[he smiles, before getting himself back on track.]
What would you like when we get there? Itâs a nice little burger joint, but I think they might have eggs, probably some chicken tenders- and the best milkshakes youâll ever have. Trust me, this place is great.
Ooh. Do- do you think they have toast? I ate lot of toast at home. Toast and peanut butter. . . Eggs are for grown ups, too. So are milkshakes - those are just for men, though.
They- what? No, no, that wonât do, weâre getting you a real meal for once. Whatever you want, no regulations. Iâll make sure you get extra whipped cream on your milkshake, too. I wonât let you eat just toast and peanut butter.
Iâm no good at chess, either. Bores me to tears just thinking about it. Card games arenât half bad⌠have you played any real board games? Monopoly, maybe?
Itâs a board game. Itâs got fake money, you go around and buy stuff. Pretty fun, actually. We have it where I live. Maybe, if you want, we can play it when we get to my place.
Trailer? Youâre poor, arenât you? If you end up going back to your parents , Iâll get you some spare cash so you can get a good meal, new clothes maybe.
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Well, my name is Vincent. Iâm very popular on television. Television is not just for grownups where i live. We have a nice little⌠community, you could say. I wouldnât mind letting you stay with us there, really. And you could watch all the television you could ever want.
Now thatâs what I like to hear- well, letâs get you fed and then to my place- oh, Maris will be delighted the see we have a new kid around the community- oh, she just loves the little ones.
[he begins to gush about his fiancĂŠ, dwelling on little meaningless details everyone else wouldnât even think to notice about her.]
[He nods along, unsurprised that his name hadn't been asked - years of being shut out allowed him to be small; being "less then" everyone else allowed him to be looked directly over if it meant listening to someone else, or staying out of the way.]
. . . Is she your fiancĂŠ? The one you mentioned earlier?
[he smiles, before getting himself back on track.]
What would you like when we get there? Itâs a nice little burger joint, but I think they might have eggs, probably some chicken tenders- and the best milkshakes youâll ever have. Trust me, this place is great.
Ooh. Do- do you think they have toast? I ate lot of toast at home. Toast and peanut butter. . . Eggs are for grown ups, too. So are milkshakes - those are just for men, though.
They- what? No, no, that wonât do, weâre getting you a real meal for once. Whatever you want, no regulations. Iâll make sure you get extra whipped cream on your milkshake, too. I wonât let you eat just toast and peanut butter.
Iâm no good at chess, either. Bores me to tears just thinking about it. Card games arenât half bad⌠have you played any real board games? Monopoly, maybe?
Well, my name is Vincent. Iâm very popular on television. Television is not just for grownups where i live. We have a nice little⌠community, you could say. I wouldnât mind letting you stay with us there, really. And you could watch all the television you could ever want.
Now thatâs what I like to hear- well, letâs get you fed and then to my place- oh, Maris will be delighted the see we have a new kid around the community- oh, she just loves the little ones.
[he begins to gush about his fiancĂŠ, dwelling on little meaningless details everyone else wouldnât even think to notice about her.]
[He nods along, unsurprised that his name hadn't been asked - years of being shut out allowed him to be small; being "less then" everyone else allowed him to be looked directly over if it meant listening to someone else, or staying out of the way.]
. . . Is she your fiancĂŠ? The one you mentioned earlier?
[he smiles, before getting himself back on track.]
What would you like when we get there? Itâs a nice little burger joint, but I think they might have eggs, probably some chicken tenders- and the best milkshakes youâll ever have. Trust me, this place is great.
Ooh. Do- do you think they have toast? I ate lot of toast at home. Toast and peanut butter. . . Eggs are for grown ups, too. So are milkshakes - those are just for men, though.
They- what? No, no, that wonât do, weâre getting you a real meal for once. Whatever you want, no regulations. Iâll make sure you get extra whipped cream on your milkshake, too. I wonât let you eat just toast and peanut butter.
