[You had known Len for quite some time now. He was somewhat like a maid to you. But his stubbornness and desires to see and feel the real world were...a lot to say the least. He was cleaning up after eating a very pink, syrupy rich parfait and overindulged on it and was feeling a tad bit sick from it but he hides it well and stares at you, his expression frustrated and flustered, his face red] ''So what do you want me to do next?" [He inquires]