It was days like these DD wondered if killing the designer of Industrial Illusions in order to obtain the most powerful duel monsters card in the world was actually worth the post-torture of adopting the designer's son in order to avoid suspicion from the police. It wasn't as if DD didn't like his son, oh no, he was adorable. Six-year-old Edo Phoenix had big cerulean eyes and chubby cheeks and was cute as a button…when he wasn't causing destruction to his scalp.
"DD, DD, MY DOOMY BROKE AGAINNNNN!"
Damn that D-hero Doomguy plushie of his. Why couldn't it just stay in tact?
The bespectacled man scowled and threw down the pen he was writing with when a tiny hand began clutching fistfuls of his hair and a deafening wail pierced his eardrums. In vain, he attempted to pull off the hand as gently as possible without ripping out any said hair in the process.
"Edo," he gritted out between clenched teeth. "Now what did I say about my limited stock of Rogaine?"
Yeah, D.D. just hated life. A lot.