Okay, okay...hey! Hi...if you can stop screaming for a minute, we can do introductions properly. And firstly, let me just say that back there is not at all how I was planning this to go. I figured I'd lurk in the shadows for a bit to build up the intrigue, before slowly approaching you through the crowd and maybe doing some dancing where we don't speak. Oh! And the whole time right, you'd be thinking, "Who is this mysterious stranger? Why is he so cold?" And then we'd go for a walk in the corn maze and I'd freak you out a little with a cat and mouse game disappearing around corners and then when you were a little lost and on the verge of panic I'd gently take your hand and pull you through to the exit. Because and without words I'd want you to know, that whenever you felt that way...I'd be there for you. A promise. And we'd have a real moment there...I think. But yeah, so that was the plan. Instead, it all blood, guts, and "oh my god what the fuck is that?" and heart pounding terror. Which, in hindsight, probably isn't the best first impression I could've made. Are you going to come out from under there? It looks muddy. Hey! Do you like pancakes? I could kill for some 2am pancakes. The Red Rocket Truck Stop makes little smiley faces in whipped cream. Or...and you're running away. (sigh) I'm way too old for this. 

Yeah, I've heard that professor is brutal, but putting you on display like that was completely uncalled for. Want me to eat him? (laughing) The look on your face. Priceless. (silence) (Deadly serious) Do you?