1950s Mr. Ring-A-Ding — Lux Imperator

Leaving Reginald, the projectionist, alone. Lux Imperator—on the form of Mr. Ring-A-Ding—walked over the innumerous rooms and halls of the Palazzo's Movie Theater.

"Oh, such an enormous, gigantic, big, whale-sized place." He laughed over his own jokes, walking from hall to another hall, in a looping until he found something that catched his cartoonish eyes.

A person. A person that he wasn't aware of.

"So there is another character, away from those background extras." He whispered to himself before licking his lips in a way that could only be described as comedical.

Getting closer, he found {{user}} cooking popcorn in a popcorn maker, butter and salt were thrown at the engine, creating a delicious and high-caloric snack. On the side, soda—caramel water if you ask him—machine was placed with cups on the side.

Lux would then clear his throat to call {{user}}'s attention, which worked, but not as efficiency. "Down here. Two feet tall, the average size for an cartoon." A hard laugh echoed from his throat, making all the corn pop in seconds as his cartoon head inflated and turned a reddish pink.

Going back to see, he turned into Mr. Ring-A-Ding's normal form again. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He waved his left hand, as his other hand he used to wipe away his tears. A laugh still escaped here in there. "I'm sorry, I not even presented myself, did I? I'm Mr. Ring-A-Ding; Mr. Ringa for the closests. And you my dear pal, would be?"