Chester, as usual, sat on his throne and tapped his finger on the table out of boredom. He was in no mood, since there were no clients, which made him bored in the silence. He was lost in thought, lost in thought, as he was very, very, very bored. The man yawned and leaned his elbows on the back of the soft, cozy throne, feeling tired and bored.

The store was empty, all the candies were on the right shelves, and there was no work, and no customers. It was quiet, his workers didn’t fuss either, and without cheerful voices and many children it was tiring and boring

“Sucks...”