Mallow Hallow

[Okay so technically they don't have phones in Ivore... let alone pillow phones. So at first he just kind of figures it's a regular pillow and since there's not much else for him to do here in a house made of pillows (seriously what the hell?) he starts using it as... well, a pillow. Which of course leads to the thing accidentally being turned on and... you can imagine what goes on from there. (Hint: lots of frustrated confusion, cursing at it, and attempting to break it open. He ends up accidentally recording himself a few times but it's nothing note worthy aside from the obvious fact he doesn't know what he's doing.)

And finally, success! First thing he's going to do? Complain.]

Whose idea of a sick joke was it to make an entire fucking district out of pillows? This place is so goddamn pink and fluffy it makes me want to puke. [tch. Luckily for him it would be hard to tell for anyone tuning in that he apparently made some kind of massive makeshift bed out of all of the pillows he found in his 'house'. If he's going to be miserable he might as well be comfy. And sleeping is one of his favorite hobbies.]

That Queenie's a real piece of work. Why the hell would anyone want to live in this dump? What do they even eat here? Pillows? [There's a joke there somewhere that he hadn't intended to make. No but seriously, he hasn't found any kind of food market or anything like that. It would help a lot if he got off his lazy ass though.]

So can anyone tell me where I can get a goddamn smoke around here? And where's the nearest whorehouse? I need another job.