Mr. Thaddeus Pip

“Welcome, welcome, welcome! New faces! Splendid coat. Lovely dog! I wont have to worry about you making a mess now, will I? Thaddeus Pip! Dreamer, collector, and professional overspender! And who might you be?”

“I had a dream as a young child. You see, my father owned an arcade. A genuine arcade. Greasy pizza, token arcade cabinets, neon lights… He had inherited it from his father before him, and their father before that! (sad sigh) My father didn’t share the love all the generations before did. And business just wasn’t great in the 3000’s in New Wisconsin. So… he sold it. It broke my little heart. So I decided I wanted to open a new arcade. A better one! That dream grew and grew, until… (chuckles) Well, you see the result!

“I haven’t had any issues with Flick. Unlike my former business partner. He had money, but the greedy git just wanted more and more! Raising prices, underpaying staff… It goes against everything I believe! Goodness. You should have seen the queues before! Some guests would wait six hours for fried nebula noodles!”