Slowly the man shuffled into the middle of a rather large crowd of shoppers. None of them seemed to notice him at first, but the soft pitched squeaking of leather finally gave him away. His voice was so quiet that you could barely hear him at first unless you walked up extremely close to him, but as he caught his stride it became an almost normal decibel.

Hello, I am not... not sure if this is the right place for this, but for twenty years I was locked up in a cabinet in a town house in Allentown, Pennsylvania. I survived off of small morsels of what I can only describe as rat droppings and for drink only my tears were able to bring me sustenance. Through sheer willpower and hatred for my father who did this to me, I finally grew strong enough from a regiment of squats and butt clenches to burst through the weakened wood structure, most likely due to all of the rats which fed me for so many years.

A few tears swelled up in his eyes while retelling such a sad story, but his determination to continue was great.

What was the first thing that I did with my freedom? I tracked down my father for revenge, of course. However I soon found out that he was already dead, something to do with the mob. I hear he was quite the outlaw in the end of his days, this Sisyphus. Which is why I've decided to dedicate my life to something worthwhile.

Let me into one of your homes. Punish me.

If one of your members rogues, let it out on me. Hit me. Make yourself feel better.

If you're having a bad day, yell at me. Tell me it is all my fault. Get out the... the glorious whip.

His eyes glazed over for a moment, but then he continued.

You can keep constant watch over me, and once you are ready...

Pulling a watermelon from behind him, he threw it to the ground and watched it sputter all over. Seeds and watermelon juice flying in every which direction as he gleefully smiled and clapped together his disgustingly soft hands.

Well, lets just say you can do whatever you want with me. So what do you say? Let the invites flow.

LEGEND heard a commotion nearby so he rushed over to see what was going on.

You just wasted a perfectly good watermelon! Clean up this mess right now you bad naughty boy! I will supervise you.

Why are you still bringing my name up into things that have nothing to do with me JackHenryAbbot? You really need to get over this obsession of yours. No means no.

MAndalore looked at this and felt very uncomfortable. Shrugging and continuing on with his day.