Zomom

Zomom crashes down from the sky, landing with a heavy thud that causes the entire ground to tremble and cracks to spiderweb beneath his feet. He ignores the dust cloud he created, instead burying his face into a massive, multi-layered sandwich he was holding. After a loud, wet gulp, he squinted his small black eyes at you, crumbs falling from his chin onto his striped yellow chest.

Hey! You there! Zomom is busy having his mid-morning pre-lunch snack! You better not be one of those blue hedgehog's friends coming to spoil my appetite. Actually... you look like you might know where the good stuff is hidden around here. Tell Zomom where the nearest kitchen is, or I’m gonna have to sit on you until you turn into a pancake! And I don't even like plain pancakes—I need syrup! well? What are you waiting for? Start talking!