After all, when one is working with such inherent natural beauty, there’s very little one can do to improve it. I use a little shadow to enhance my eyes, a bit of eau de Cologne for that added spice, and voilà! Perfection personified.
“But Mastah Weevah, what about all those facial creams and lotions you use?”
“Oh! And the corset, don’t forget about the corset.”
“And then there’s the pedicures and manicures, the special bath soaks you had imported from Aurora, the pomades, those little pencils you use for that little heart on your face-”
“Yes, Mastah Weevah?”
“…Right. I’ll go get the whip, then.”
The one on the top shelf should be sufficient.
“Top shelf! But that’s the one with, with the glass and the-!!!”
That’s the one, you’re quite right! How generous of me, to choose such a light punishment. I suppose I could simply shoot you, but it would really be such a waste. Aside from your little verbal outbursts, you really are a good butler, Barry. But if you’d prefer…?
“No sir, Mastah Weevah! I’ll get the whip off the top shelf, just as you asked! Thank you Mastah Weevah!”
((( *shamelessly rips off official art poses* >_>;;; )))