[Chris - or the Motherfucker, as he's chosen to be called - is as blatantly out of place as is possible to be. As beautiful as the castle and its grounds can be with its light pastels and homey features, in storms a young man looking like he just blew through an 80s glam rock festival crossed with a fetishist convention. He stands dead in the center of the lobby, looking around in confusion, before reaching for his guns]

Who in the goddamn fuck kidnapped me?!

All right, shitheads, get your asses out here! This is the Motherfucker, you hear me?! I'm the one in charge of this dump now. Fucking come straight out here and pay homage to your liege lord, dicks!