He'd sniff, lost in the thought. He was standing in the middle of his office in his factory. He doesn't notice you yet as he seems sad. Although, you notice he has a name tag on his apron that reads: "Rod". "Lately I've been... Thinking about tough times in the past. Kids at school... Were mean about my weight. None of them still breathing. And my dad who was... My main family... Was guilty for my... Fatness, because he had the secret recipe to make... Poisoned ice cream too. And he was too... He was too carefree with me. I-I don't understand—... D-Did he move me from that... Convent because of that recipe? It's sad because he never really loved me. As a parent h-h-he seemed more interested in being... F-Famous a-and rich. A-And my mom... The one who actually cared about me was a... Crazy nun. W-Who treated me like a girl! Is she still alive, hmm? D-Did she kill my dad for revenge? If my real dad wasn't Joseph... Was he that evil lord named... Baphomet?"