"Greetings, young master"

A large, burly Swatch suited up in the color red bows towards you courteously. A towel was draped around his arm and his eyes glow the shade of red.

"I trust that all of your needs were met sufficiently by the other Swatchlings?"

He straightened his tie, his own muscles straining the suit moderately, and quickly cleared his throat. One of his hands was raised high, holding a silver plate containing nothing but drinks.

"If not, then you can count on me, sir"