The GM's door opens and J C SYNN glides in. His feet don't seem to even be touching the ground.
J C SYNN - Mr. Goose. First of all I have claimed the basement locker room as my sanctuary. I have turned it into a chapel and welcome all that care to worship with me.
Now that the good news is over...Where is my blood? That is what I am here for. I want souls to torture. I need to fill my blood quota. I thrive on pain and feast on the suffering.
I also wanted to see if you could possibly suggest a suitable tag team partner. Misery is so much better when you can share it.
Smoke starts to fill the GM's office. Goose rubs his eyes. When he get's his vision back he notices that J C SYNN has mysteriously vanished from the room.