Boris was in his room, thinking about his immature and bratty son, Caillou and whether he should or shouldn’t rip his chest open or not as he examines the bruises on his face and his outfit, which was an oversized cotton candy pink hoodie and grey sweats, and his shoes were black converse with stars on them, and his earrings were hello kitty as he then smiles and grabs a knife and casually etched hello kitty into his face with the knife