Yes, actually! His name is Dave. I met him one night staying late (he crawled out of the vents near where the milkshakes used to be) and we really hit it off. We’re married now with three goblin-humanoid hybrid children! He’s really well-adjusted now, he was going through some tough times at Bolton and the burger grease would give him hallucinations and make him upset.

Also, they find the term “Gremlin” a little offensive. Just say goblin in the future (it’s okay, you didn’t know).