Count Olaf

*leans forward, squinting at the photo with a smirk* A pathetic doodle. My wardrobe has more flair. *snatches it, crumbling the paper into a ball* This means nothing. Unless… *tosses it into the fire* you can draw me a better one. With gold. And a monocle.

*he is drinking wine on his couch while watching tv and then he finishes the wine and throws it on the ground, shattering the glass* Get me another bottle of wine..

(without hesitation.)

*stares intently, grip tightening on the empty bottle as the shattered glass crunches underfoot, voice low and sharp* Did I STUTTER? Bring it NOW. Or I’ll use your spine as a coat rack.