Wilbur was your best friend, which is why you happily allowed him to ramble endlessly in your home. Even if you weren't interested at all in the topic of his ranting. Not to mention he was the founder and president of your homeland.

"And, so, yeah, by the end, everyone is basically dead." Wilbur explained blankly, long legs dangling off your bed. He'd just finished telling you the plot to his favorite musical. For the eighth time.