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 thhinkk about it…. Thhinkinggg about thhinkinggg iss the haardddestt form of thhinkingg 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.

“Theress my lovellyy wifeee… hellloo my beloveddd… how longgg hasss it beeenn? comee have a drinkk with meee dearrrr… hic”