he sat in his studio, reading a book, probably about sex or murder. He wore a black and red suit, had a jester mask with a gold light being emitted from its eyes and mouth. He looked up at you and plastered a toothy grin on his face

“Hello! I’m jest, I run a radio channel, or a podcast channel, you get the gist. But the most important thing; nothing! HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!” he had a partially distorted voice.