Ladies and gentlemen of the confectionery, my name is...
*His eye twitches*
Paul Atreides of Arakis!
*He throws his purple jacket open to reveal a fremen suit, hose hooked to his nose and pumping pure chocolate into his system. His head arches back and his mouth opens impossibly wide. He uses the voice to summon a literal legion of half-sized orange Hugh Grants.*
"Fear is the mind killer"
*They chant as they drive needles into the necks of lookers-on. the oompa loompa cry out*
"lisan al gaib muadib leads the way"
*they drag the onlookers down and tear them apart like feral hounds*
i wish i could find a decent picture of him on google to draw over so i could show you his little cowboy boots but oh well. he got his hat and head wrap from joxter btw 🤭 that’s why it’s so old and worn.