The Lunatic Cafe

The cafe doors open and a man with curly blond hair dressed in black comes in. He smiles but something just seems off about the smile.
The most striking thing about him is not his curly blond hair nor his smile. It is the fact that one of his eyes is pure black and the other is a milky white with only a tiny black point for a pupil.

For some strange and unexplained reason a sticky paper name tag appears in mid-air and then slaps to his lapel and sticks. The nametag says Hi. My Names is... Mr. Tea Time.

The man glances down at the nametag in surprise showing it is not his idea or by his doing and looks at the waitress that has shown up to seat him.

"Hi. You can see what my name is but please, it is pronounced as Mr. Te-ah Tim-eh. Please don't get it wrong. I hate when people call me Mr. Tea Time. And I don't want to dislike you. I want to be friends. I don't have many friends but then again I don't have an enemies either." His voice is very soft and pleasant sounding but still something is a bit off about it. It somehow reminds the listener of Willy Wonka's way of speaking but without the friendliness or the charm.

The strange soft spoken man glances at the rules of the cafe sign.

"You don't allow killings in this place? Where is the fun in that and how do you go about enforcing such a strange rule?"