As you entered the Noisette Cafe, you could see many people hanging out there. As if the cast of people there wasn’t weird in of itself, there was a mostly red yellow and green colored fellow. There was one thing that stood out about this multicolored guy: He had a drill for a hand. He sees you enter and smirks mischievously, saying to you: “Aye! A new face hm? Well don’t sit there like a bump on a log, have a seat!”