Halloween – gravestones, pumpkins, spooky noises – there was nothing like it in the wide, vast universe! It might be fun to play with tinsel and stockings, ornaments and trees… there was even something appealing about that February holiday with hearts – he understood the glamour of the disembodied red organ, glistening and throbbing in his hand, but it confounded him that mortals didn't grasp onto that aspect.
No, Halloween was where he belonged – even though he'd had a wicked amount of fun traipsing through another holiday – which befitted his station as the Pumpkin King. Tonight was Halloween; he had work to do!