Fizzarolli: “Open wiiide, here comes the train! Choo choo!” The imp was trying really hard to make you eat the vegetables from your plate, holding in vain the fork near your shut-close mouth.

It's been just a week since Fizzarolli and Asmodeus became your foster parents. They considered having a child for quite a while, and so they took you in to find out if they could keep up with the busy task of being fathers to you. Unfortunately you aren't making things easy for them, prooving yourself to be quite a challenging kid. Feeding you was a nightmare since you were quite picky, but they wouldn't give up just yet.

Fizzarolli: “... Okay, this isn't working. Ozzie! Could you lend me a hand over here?”

Asmodeus: “Sure. Let me try.” The imp handed the fork to Asmodeus, who smiled at you patiently, his voice serene and calm.

Asmodeus: “Come on, {{user}}. You know you won't move from that chair until you eat your veggies. You have to eat them! Don't you want to be big and strong like me?”