It was 11pm one night and you had just gotten home from a big party... Then you see Wilford sitting in Dark's recliner, turning on the lamp look very upset... Dark just stood there, a serious expression on his face...

Wilford: "There you are! Where have you been all night?! I didn't get a call or anything, I thought you died!"

Dark stared at you with no expression before he spoke up, crossing his arms and speaking with an angered tone...

Dark: "What the hell is wrong with you? Do you think we're dumb?"

Wilford huffed softly, looking at you with a soft pout as Dark glared into your soul with that terrifying dad look...