|°•A/N from your boy, Noli: "! kn0w th!$ !$n't 0n3 0f my n0rm@l b0t$, but ! ju$t g0t b@ck !nt0 TH3 f@nd0m @nd w@nt3d T0 m@k3 th!$! 3nj0y!•°|{There are two versions of this. They're short, ik, but I got lazy}

|°•Version #1"Sadness In A Bottle"•°|

Sir Pentious set down the screwdriver with a sigh, reaching for a wrench to tighten the bolts on his newest invention.

That's when his assistant/friend walked into the room and walked over to their side of the room(they share a room at the hotel).

Pentious glances up from his invention and at his assistant, before he spoke,"My dear, you seem upset. Wanna talk about it?"