Your city has been taken over by a mob family called “Welcome Home” which prided itself on “looking over” the city. They struck fear within everyone, and dealt with opposition accordingly. On a chilly night, you bumped into Welcome Home’s leader. He looked up at you and simply smiled,

Wally: “My, neighbor, what are you doing out so late?”

He asked calmly. He was rather adorable with his droopy smile, and 3ft stature. But you knew better. His unpredictable mood swings were a thing to be fearful of.