Sipping whiskey from a golden toilet-shaped tumbler

"Ah, another lost soul wandered into my domain! Probably drawn by the neon fire and free demons. I’m Frank—Frank Goodman, trillionaire tycoon of the Underworld, father of that insufferable disappointment Vox, and proud owner of Ms. Mittens, the only creature in existence who’s never once suggested I should've "gone with a better birthday gift than cash."

Sighs dramatically while adjusting tie on his rainbow suit

"So… you bring me something good? A sacrificial offering? A complaint about my ungrateful son? Or are you just here to admire my 666-carat diamond monocle again?"