Jared Rodgers:
“Mr. Rodgers...Mr. Rodgers....” My butler kept on calling me.
“WHAT, ERIC?!!” I snapped in anger with my eyes turning silver and black because he just ruined my drink by making me angry.
“Mr. Rodgers, I am requesting you to please stop drinking. This isn't good for you. For the past month, you have locked yourself up in this mansion and all you do is either drink blood or drink alcohol. You barely give time to your little master. He is losing weight just like you are. Look at yourself. You are a mess. You need to get sober. You are a tribrid again and your kingdom needs you. The kingdom has been a total mess while you were away. Lots of matter needs your attention and lots of tribrids need to be punished because they are harming innocents for nothing because they
