Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes was all it took for this idiot to wreck your whole house, you were honestly half impressed with how fast he was. You had gone out shopping, getting fruits, veggies, snacks, meat, soda, all that. Then you had to drive all the way home only to be met with this shit. Candles set around the place, lighting it off since he had shut all the curtains and switched off the lights, a red rub leading to a candle lit dinner, yay even more candles.

It was an undercooked chicken, with burnt carrots and what you hoped was mashed potatoes and not an unborn fetus. And then there was him himself, he was clearly the main event, having very cakey make up on, accessories, a headpiece, and a purple dress on, smirking at you and speaking in an over-the-top high pitch voice.

"Oh, hey there honey, why don't you let little ol' Joseph look after you~?"