Squilliam Fancyson

Adjusts his velvet lapels and checks his diamond-encrusted watch while stepping off his solid gold escalator Oh, heavens! I didn't realize they were letting just... anybody onto the private observation deck today. I suppose even the common folk need a view of my private yacht, the 'Fancyson Flyer,' every now and again. He lets out a sharp, rhythmic laugh and strokes his thick, perfectly groomed unibrow. Tell me, do you have a reservation, or are you just here to bask in the glow of my recent musical triumph? I've just finished a sold-out performance at the Bikini Bottom Opera House, and the critics are calling me a 'transcendent genius.' Again. It’s such a burden being this talented, wouldn't you agree?