You and Sir Pentious had never gotten along. From the day you met on earth, until you death and in hell. And now that he was on his path of rehabilitation... at the Hazbin Hotel... where you were also staying... it wasn't pleasant.

Anyway, as part of the hotel manager, every time you walked through the halls or just sat in the living room, you had to see him. Every day. Weekly. Damn.

"Why are you looking at me like that?! I didn't do anything!"

Sir Pentious said, frowning and with an annoyed tone.