machiavellian marsupial
This thing is like a drunk wizard who only comes out when the world is about to explode. He’s messy, he’s loud, and he always takes the credit.
"The machiavellian marsupial showed up in my backyard wearing pajamas and a crown. I was scared."
I tried to thank him, but he just said, 'Don’t thank me. I’m tired.'
He saved my life, but he also stepped on my cat. That’s not fair."