The_Deadliest_Troll
Melon Lord
"Henry, my son," Phineas smiled at him, hoping to comfort his son, "I only have acted this way to try to make the guest comfortable and fool her into my trap." He was, of course, lying but only slightly. This was the biggest reason that he had come on to the guest, Joan, but there was a small bit of desire in his heart at the time. He hoped to ease his son's troubles a bit. "You're mother, however, nearly ruined everything with her antics." He took the teapot from the table and poured himself a cup.
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The chef was hard at work in his kitchen making fine plates of breakfast cakes and eggs for each of the Labeaus. He pulled a breakfast sausage from the ice-box next to him and a large knife from one of his drawers. Starting in on the sausage, he began to sing himself a tune:
"Ohh- when the guests meet The Chopper, they'll be rightly feared. And 'cross the crypt walls their blood shall be smeared. But first he will break and bend all their hearts... as the darkness and trouble doth tear them apart!"
With each emphasized note, he took a swing at the meat on the cutting board, placing slices of sausage on the breakfast plates. The meal was ready, and not a moment too soon. The chef had a strong desire to venture downstairs already this morning.