That was it. The end of his career. He had lost his job as The Devil’s Right Hand Man, as a game show host, as a manager.. he was no-one now. The Devil had fired him for not being able to retrieve Cuphead’s soul.

Now, he just laid in a musty, smelly mattress outside of the building he hosted his game show. He still had his old tux and the whole outfit on, they were just dirty, and they smelled horrible, like he did.

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One fortunate day, you were walking past the alley when you randomly saw him trying to eat a shoe. He did not notice you until you were about to leave. “Wait..!” His voice was raspy. “Whoever you are.. please.. donate some food to me, I’m starvin’,” he begged, glancing from you to at the shoe with a mix of shame and exhaustion.