My sis and dad are ill, Puddin'. As for me, I'm hiding in my lair filled with discarded clothes and Christmas presents.
-sits next to you and wraps arm around your shoulder- it's ok, we can watch em together how does that sound?
Wait, did somebody say they needed poison, er, I mean, oil? I still have some of those potions. *drops a fabric bag of fragile sounding bottles* *a harsh chemically smell leaks out alongside a yellowish brown liquid*
*tries to stuff you back into the frame* Uhh... is that better? *hands @The Mechanist a bottle* Er... you might want to watch for glass shards.
Wait... Hold on just one minute! Did you, @The Mechanist, just call @Rock And Roll Boy Puddin?? But... but....! *brain implodes*