See, all my town is filled with awesome people. Everyone who started the town is cool, and a bunch of the people who moved in were awesome. I was p. pleased, until one day, Quillson moved in.
Quillson is a dumb duck that sucks and doesn't even know what he wants. I mean, look at him. What theme is he going for in his house? He doesn't know. He just sits there being dumb.
Before I really even had any of this Public Projects stuff down, Quillson moved in. Right up at the top of this epic cliff, which sits at the corner of where the land meets the beach on two sides, and the beach then meets the ocean. It's a grand old spot. The day Quillson starts unpacking? Rosie comes up to tell me, "Hey, want to build me a lighthouse?" Yeah I want to build you a lighthouse, Rosie. You're sweet, and all your ideas are awesome. Oh, and thank you for giving me medicine after I got stung. Let me see, where could I build a lighthouse? Oh, yeah, right over where Quillson is farting up everything.
I want you to know that I love all my residents. They are my townspeople, and I have a duty, as mayor, to care for their individual needs, and see through Skaia's flower-coated vision towards perfection and beauty. But I hate Quillson. As far as I'm concerned, Quillson doesn't belong here. He isn't 'one of us'. He was a mistake, who got by when the Police Station was non-existent (as it currently remains). So, yeah, I shove him in a pitfall er'ry day. Yeah, he has his house coated in garbage- and yes, I send him more garbage in the mail. Yes, his trees are stumps. Yes, I turned his catchphrase into 'I'm pretty', and hit him in the head with my net over and over, and shove him around. When he's out catching bugs or fish? I'm running back and forth, chasing them off.
Somehow my residents didn't get the message. Apparently he and Diana are chill. Somehow, he keeps getting presents from Gladys. I mean, all my other residents already have a shirt like that one, Gladys, but Quillson is infinitely appreciative, EVERY TIME. Of course, Gladys will never know. I can 'never remember' how he responded.
Quillson, always in the shop, trying to buy my overpriced Odd Clock. No, Quillson! That's for people I like. What Quillson? You want to call me Pop Star too? No, that's for friends only. And you are not my friend. I have had Isabelle take away every nice letter, every nice piece of clothing, and every catch phrase he's ever had. But does Quillson want to move?
No. Because Quillson knows how much he makes me hate him. He stays just for me to hate him. He does this, smiling, reminding me how close he feels we are. Every day. Sitting on the cliff, watching the waves and smirking to himself.
I hate Quillson.
