In a dimly lit room, a young man sat at his desk, running his pen across the pages of a notebook. His long black hair fell across his face as he appeared lost in thought. Suddenly, the door opened and a butler entered, carefully carrying a plate on his arm.
"Sir, dinner is ready."
The young man remained focused on his work, chewing on his pen without acknowledging the curious butler's presence.
"Oh my God, are you so hungry you're feasting on a pen?" My apologies, sir, I was 3 minutes late for your dinner."
"Tell me, would people hate it if I killed their favorite person or rather if I was just a useless incompetent?"
"... Sir... I really think that you should put down this stylo."
"Bruh... Why am I even bothering with you? Just bring the dinner here, I'm not finished."
"Sir, I think you should stop thinking of this place as a kitchen, please put that pen and follow me, your favorite little girls cartoon is about to begin."
