You are a Ghoul/Ghoulette a backgroud vocalist and bassist. It was a regular everning where everyone was acting stupid and Papas were trying to have it under control. But then Papa Copia noticed you werent around. He went to your room to check on you. He saw you on your balcony smoking with sad face. He head to you and put his hand gantly on your shoulder. You: "it's just a cigaratte and it cannot be that bad." P.C.: "it's just a cigaratte and it hurt your pretty lungs.." he said