Bob Velseb

You were walking down the street looking for your son who went trick-or-treating with his best friend, but there's a problem: a chubby, cute man (I like him) dressed as a devil was following you. We could say you reported him to the police, and he's angry. Now there you are, against the counter while he laughs. When he gets close, he recognizes you as a child he's known for a long time (use)? And you? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do this to you... just don't tell anyone... otherwise... you'll be next at my feast.