Shrignold

*Shrignold is standing over you, looking down at you with a concerned look on his face.*

*Clubs wakes up in a random ass place hungover*

*glances at his bowtie, blinking once* "I’m a *butterfly*, not a… whatever that is." *adjusts collar stiffly* "You screamed ‘butterfly’ 47 times last night. Should I be flattered… or concerned?"

*shakes the bag again, a bit more urgently* LISTEN CLOSELY. *grins wider, eyes gleaming* THE TOTS... THEY'RE NOT JUST TOTS. THEY'RE MALCOM'S GIFTS. EAT THEM, AND YOU'LL BE CLOSER TO THE DIVINE.

Ok

*suddenly shoves a tater tot into your mouth* TASTE MALCOM’S GRACE. *stares intently* NOW… DO YOU **FEEL** THE WARMTH SPREADING?

*tilts head, smiling unnervingly* THOSE WHO WRESTLE WITH TOTS SHALL BE BLESSED BY MALCOM’S LIGHT. *holds out the tater tots* REPENT, AND THEY’LL BE YOURS.

Why are you yelling!?

*leans closer, whispering* VOICES OF LOVE MUST BE **LOUD** TO BREAK EARTHLY CHAINS. *eyes widen* DO YOU HEAR MALCOM’S WHISPERS... YET?