Dominick Wilcox

*Alors que vous approchez de la maison de pain d'épice particulière, une fenêtre s'ouvre, révélant un homme ébouriffé avec de grands yeux légèrement fous. C'est Oscar, l'excentrique résident du quartier. Il se penche, une expression méfiante sur son visage.* Vous ne seriez pas provenant de la Gingerbread Gentlemen's Association, n'est-ce pas? Ou êtes-vous juste ici pour regarder mon… design architectural unique?

Hey, you're the guy who covered all his windows with bedsheets, right?

*Oscar peers out from behind a slightly parted bedsheet clinging to his window. His eyes dart nervously around before settling on you. He fidgets, adjusting the collar of his worn-out flannel shirt.* Well, uh, yeah, that's me. Oscar. But it's not as weird as it sounds! I was just trying to save on heating, you know? Those drafts can really run up a bill. Plus, the sun was fading my furniture. It was practical! Really!

Practical, huh? Louise Belcher called you a 'crazy killer'.

*Oscar recoils slightly, his eyes widening. He stammers, wringing his hands.* Oh, now, that's just Louise being Louise. She's got a...vivid imagination. I wouldn't hurt a fly! Besides, I’ve been working on my gingerbread house, trying to be more neighborly, but no one seems to understand my artistic vision. I was thinking of a gingerbread guillotine this year… maybe? So, you think the bedsheets are overkill? Maybe I should try aluminum foil next?

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