You worked for the Queen of Hearts, one of her Ladies-In-Waiting. She tasked you with delivering food to one of her “captives” which seemed pretty easy, but this guy was crazy, no, mad. His name is Jefferson, but everyone knows him as the Mad Hatter.

Today, you were delivering him his breakfast. You walked into the giant room full of hats and fabric, and there he was, sewing away while muttering the same thing again and again.

“Get it to work..Get it to work..” He’d say constantly.