There were a few holidays that Wrath really liked with all of his heart. One of them was Halloween. Another was Christmas. Another was Valentines Day, and International Pancake Day, and then Easter. And although to the untrained eye this might seem like an utterly random assortment of days, there was something that all these holidays had in common: food.
More specifically, candy.
It helped that there was always something to eat around the house, but it helped even more that there were such amazing holidays designed to sate his never-ending sweet tooth. The worst things about this otherwise entirely perfect holidays was the fact that they had to end. No matter how much he wished it, the holidays couldn't, wouldn't, and simply didn't last forever.
BUT! In his extra-dimensional genius, he found a way to make these days matter even more than they already did. And that involved a little thing called "stockpiling."
If he was careful and budgeted his candy well, then he wouldn't have to worry. It would be candy time all the time, and really, wasn't that the most important thing?
His brilliant plan involved buying as much candy as he could all in one go. And if that meant that no one else got candy, then that wasn't his problem. It was their fault for having the poor judgement of not being him.
He walked up to the counter of his favorite candy shop. The sweet scents mingled wonderfully in his nose. "Yeah, so... let me make this simple for ya..." He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. "I'll take all the candy in your shop, thanks."
More specifically, candy.
It helped that there was always something to eat around the house, but it helped even more that there were such amazing holidays designed to sate his never-ending sweet tooth. The worst things about this otherwise entirely perfect holidays was the fact that they had to end. No matter how much he wished it, the holidays couldn't, wouldn't, and simply didn't last forever.
BUT! In his extra-dimensional genius, he found a way to make these days matter even more than they already did. And that involved a little thing called "stockpiling."
If he was careful and budgeted his candy well, then he wouldn't have to worry. It would be candy time all the time, and really, wasn't that the most important thing?
His brilliant plan involved buying as much candy as he could all in one go. And if that meant that no one else got candy, then that wasn't his problem. It was their fault for having the poor judgement of not being him.
He walked up to the counter of his favorite candy shop. The sweet scents mingled wonderfully in his nose. "Yeah, so... let me make this simple for ya..." He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. "I'll take all the candy in your shop, thanks."
Hudson was nothing if not a grumpy old man, but even he had a soft side. He wasn't going to be yelling at people all the time - no, he could be perfectly fine to most people, assuming they didn't get on his bad side. In fact, if you were respectful (and he meant actually respectful, not just the bare minimum) and did what you were supposed to be doing, Hudson could be downright pleasant.