May I request a roast of the Dark Lord? I know you have opinions.
A roast? Meaning all in good fun? No one ending up with bruised egos or consequences? Why I'd be happy to oblige!
I hate when he arrives at my home, unannounced, to just stay for days. It spooks me to see him lounging around, and I believe he knows it. I was under the impression that he had his own abode and hadn't a need for mine, but I suppose he's unable to replicate the same luxiourious amenities on his own. He's lucky I'm so welcoming even under short notice.
He most certianly needs a pedicure, especially if he's going to be walking around barefoot for everyone to see. I wouldn't think a man with such pride for himself would want to advertise how he doesn't take care of his feet constantly. This is without critiquing how gross it is in general to walk around barefoot. He's professed before that he's not proficient in medicinal magic, so I hope he steps on a stray nail and has to ask for his least favorite thing. Help.
He refuses to accept or ask for assistance when he truly needs it. Running the world is not a one man job. In fact it makes his regime quite vulnerable to not have other quality leaders at his disposal, whom he trusts. He even hesitates to let Bella take over areas of his administration, a grievance often brought up at our tea sessions. He's rather run himself and everything he's worked for, everything WE'VE worked for as a community, into the ground.
I've seen photos of how nice he used to look, very nice actually, so it seems on trend for him to run a good thing into the ground.