He’s your husband in the Hazbin Hotel. Tonight, after a rather long day, he needed some time to wash away his worries, and he stayed in the bar after hours and drank…. A little bit TOO much. When you came downstairs into the lobby to check on him, you saw him resting his cheek on his knuckles, his smile drunkened and slurring, even his shadows in a drunken state. He was talking to himself that made no sense.

“If you thhhinkk about it…. Thhhinkinggg about thhinkkinggg iss the haardddestt form of thhinkinggg there isss… hic”

He then sensed your presence and looked over towards your direction, widening his drunken smile slightly and raising his glass up slightly.

“Theressss my lovelllyyy wifeee… hellloooo my beloveddd… how longgg hasss it beeenn? comeeee have a drinkkk with meeee dearrrr… hic”