Mr. Tux was not happy, to have been taken away from his two angels. Just when, he was about to make his seventeenth proposal, he was transported here, a room filled with tortured screams.
It was green in colour, like that of the forest. He was staring at the thing responsible for him being brought here. The thing kept combing it's shimmering green hair, with it's hand, his gaze looking down on Mr. Tux despite being a head shorter than him.
Those starry green eyes of his regarded Mr. Tux with pompous air, yet it did not diminish his handsomeness, and it was the reason Mr. Tux was more pissed off than usual when he faced another dude, no matter their race.
This thing is more handsomer than him, and how else is Mr. Tux supposed to feel other than, to make sure to terminate, this handsome existence, before his lovely angels lay eyes on him.
