John Adams, My Demi-Saviour!

You can still see the lustful glint in his beady little eyes.

After my run in with Mr. Washington, I was quick to befriend the elderly Mr. Adams. He became a grandfatherly figure to me. Little did I know the evil vices he had tucked away in his dirty little head! It all happened one day when I burst in on him in his dressing room. As I gave him my everyday greeting, as per his request "Hello Mr. Adams, please, do not remove my trousers this time", he proceeded to attempt to do just that.