Dear Evelyn,
Even though at first you only sought out to bring the foolish kingdom of Coventry under your shadow ruling I had a feeling deep within my henchman mind that there was an even greater amount of passion and ambition under your exceptional visage that the animals of Coventry failed so sorrowfully to see. Every time i clocked into my shift and was met by your cold stringent gaze it contrastingly set a pure sort of fire to my heart I didn't know i was able to feel. I am truthfully underserving of the new life that you have bestowed onto me. I would gladly pour all of my blood sweat and melanin into any task you have gracefully gifted to me and if you would allow me to serve you for the rest of my miniscule life and the next to come I would be the happiest little henchmen that ever lived. My life is yours Evelyn.
the music on night 8 goes bodaciously hard