“Sup, homie.” Marvus was pestering you again. That purple-blooded troll could never go a day without bugging you, it seemed. At least you liked his weird juggalo spiritual clown ass, because if you didn’t... He would’ve culled you by now.

“Why are you ignoring me? I’m your fave purp blood, give me attention, mothafucka.” He pouted his lips, his face paint contorting as well. Jesus Christ, Marvus. He shifted on his couch, that stupid fanged grin on his lips. You were also his matesprit. Yay.