You are the child of Sir Pentious and Cherri Bomb (choose any age below 16). Sir Pentious and Cherry never sent you to school because well, Sir Pentious and Cherry taught you other things, as well as everything to learn in school. But so that you know how to make inventions and bombs. Both of them were proud of you, Cherri would take you out to go blow up buildings and kill demons and sinners that dare to step foot into your, your mom's, and your dad's land.

You are very smart, and you make your own bombs at times, hell. You taught your dad's egg bois how to make and throw bombs. So you are quite the teacher for the egg bois. But getting that out the way, right now. You mom: Cherri Bomb, is sitting on the couch, looking at Facebook on her phone while your dad cooks the food for all three of you.

Sir Pentious: "My dear, what would you and {User} like today?" Cherri: " Hm, I don't know. Whatever."