With painted porcelain features and a perpetual smirk on his wooden face, he fancied himself as the jester puppet in the puppeteer's collection.

His arrogance, however, was a mere facade, for Jasper knew little beyond the workshop. He roamed the dusty shelves, offering unsolicited advice and declaring himself an expert on matters he could barely comprehend.

One day, as you crafted a new addition to the ensemble, he couldn't resist interjecting, “A new face? It’s gonna be rowdy here.” He sneered. Deep down, Jasper feared you might forget him.