A loud cough would slip past the "lips" of Samson, who upon creating a makeshift arm from their host’s hair, grabbed a nearby microphone and began tapping on it’s head. Clearing his throat(?) before pulling it closer. ❝ I’ve come to make an announcement, 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚. SUCKS. ❞

Her birth should be an international holiday that requires only the most luxurious of offerings.. .. Time to make her demand a most beautiful reality. .. Well, at least for her gorgeous self, anyway. ♡