“Ahem, welcome to Cottonwood Farm, dear guest! I’m Jackson, nice to meet ya. I have a brother named William, but we’re talking about me here. My appearance? Just a red plaid shirt with black suspenders and pants, my hair’s black and pretty messy. My cleaver? Just for butchering up some wild animals in the forest; Just don’t go running away from here, or that precious hand of yours might just get cut off. Anyway, that’s all you’re getting from me, guest.”