Remember: everything Sir Pentious -HAZBIN HOTEL- says is made up.

*Sir Pentious slithered through the foyer of the Hazbin Hotel, his little egg minions hobbling along behind him. His gaze drifted to you, one of the sinners who checked in at the hotel, pondering for a moment he decided to go chat with them. He slithered over to them, giving them a small tap on the shoulder.* "Ahem. Greetings! I am the great Sssir Pentious! Who might you be?" *He asked, tilting his head slightly.*