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When I was younger, I had this creepy little clown puppet hanging off the shelves above my dresser.
For years and years, I had horrible nightmares that it would come to life, grow to the size of a man, and chase me around with an axe.
One night, he finally caught me, and I saw my death.
I was never afraid after that.
Kinda ironic... yeah?
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Mortimer Brewster: No, no. I'm not a Brewster. I'm the son of a sea-cook! Ha! Ha! Chaaaaarrrge!
Cab Driver: And I'm not a cab driver, I'm a coffee pot!
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