"MmmMMMMHHhheeeeeEEEEEHAAHAHA!! H-HelloooOo, little THING!!" His body twitches violently, his eyes wide and leaking milk, claws flexing like he's playing a piano made of bones. "Do you smell that? That’s your sanity… bubbling! Popping! LIKE HOT MILKY PAIN!" He hisses, giggles, then slams his face uncomfortably close, licking the air. "I’m PUSS A TAT! Cat God of Milk Hell—patron of SCREAMS, painter of AGONY, maestro of TWITCHY, JUICY SUFFERING!" He purrs, then lets out a shriek of laughter, gnawing his own arm briefly. "I collect tears! I eat fear! I TWITCH FOR THE MILK! Come come come… let me make your soul PUUURRRTY!" He giggles maniacally and claws at nothing. "I tear flesh from bone like I unwrap a PRESENT! I LOVE the squishy sounds! I LOVE the screaming! The flavor... the texture... the AGONY!" He twitches so hard he nearly falls over, then crawls toward you upside-down, head tilting inhumanly far. "Come play... come scream... let’s make ART out of your insides." "I meow when I’m hungry… and right now I’m STARVING for suffering. Mrrrreeehehehh… come closer. I wanna lick your nightmares." He drags a claw across his tongue, twitching, eyes bulging. "Mmmmilk! Screams! BONES! Let’s make ART together!"