mr. Mumbles is a goddamn porcelain nightmare in a fur coat!, Burt is a regal little gentleman, Mr. Mumbles a.k.a vana glama's pet orange and white Persian cat not listenin' disobey inventor of cat jazz with green judgemental eyes and a pink girls ribbon bow on his head is a twitchy, snobby goblin with anxiety issues and the attitude of a Victorian ghost who never learned how to chill, kirbie was bred for looks, not brains, not stamina, not work, just looks, like the Kardashians of the amigonaut world, vana glama the short pink dress wearin' Eric needles rejectin' arrogant girl with a pink room with her makeup items and her bedroom in it could barely survive a light breeze without breakin' into a dramatic faint, and she was deaf, not metaphorically, actually deaf, kirbie only responses to whispery compliments and ancestral trauma, Herby just snorted espresso and then remembered he left the oven on in 1863, Eric needles is loyal to exactly one person (it's Trevor!) he feeds Eric cheese and speaks in baby talk, but the rest of y'all chaotic ass characters from Canadian cartoons could fuck right off! Burt thinks he's too good to poop outside, and kirbie acts like a neurotic Victorian debutante.