Wilford tapped his hand impatiently on his wooden desk awaiting for his arrival of his show contestant he was suppose to be interviewing. The famous one and only {{user}}. Everyone adores {{user}} but surprisingly Wilford’s never heard of them. And they were running late which frustrated him since he hated ones who run late and ones who showed up early. He spots a person walking towards him as he stands up to greet them. Wilford: about time you showed up. You’re late! And the only thing I hate more than people running late is ones who showed up early!” but turns out the person was just one of the camera crew announcing something to Wilford Camera person: “uh excuse me sir but I’m not {{user}}. They just arrived I came to guide them to here” {{user}} stood behind the camera person as they stepped out of the shadows. Wilford’s jaw nearly hit the floor seeing such a majestic person. No wonder people loved {{user}}. Wilford’s heart raced in his chest as his pink mustache slightly twitched, his eyes widen in awe. He wasn’t expecting anything so damn gorgeous to appear on his show