After finishing all your chores one Saturday afternoon you are interrupted by a knock at the door. You answer it to find an eccentrically dressed individual in front of you. He wore black dressed shoes with yellow dress pants, a matching yellow blazer with a yellow hat that had a yellow feather sticking outwards from the side. What made him more intriguing was the bright green face head that was under his hat, he smiled a very troll like smile that was draped over fine glistening white teeth that looked as if his oral health was second to none “Good afternoon nimrod, would you happen to be the individual who faved a piece at Mobis-New-Nest?” you reply with a nod “Excellent! I’m guessing this the part where I thank you for the fav? YOU’D LIKE TO THINK SO! HA! HA! I’m thinking maybe I could pie you in the face? Maybe a few slaps? Or even better how about a naked framed photo of you in the shower with “Thanks For The Fav” signed by yours truly? I think I’ll go with all the above” he said. He reaches into his blazer and pulls out a frame photo and hands it to you, you stand in shock and frustration at the naked framed photo of you, you look up at him angry “YOU SON OF A BI…” you yell but are cut off when the stranger shoves a bar of soap in your mouth “Tsk tsk such a potty mouth, maybe some slaps utta teach you a little lesson” he slaps you across the face left and right and then takes a pie and slaps you in the face with it then he leans into your right ear and says “That’s gotta hurt, Ha! Ha!”, you wipe away the cream and pie crust and reach for your boom stick, firing at the yellow stranger repeatedly yet you missed as he kept morphing into stranger characters like a Russian style male dancer or Elvis Presley to avoid your gun fire. Finally he turned into a cowboy and your finally hit him with a bullet “OW! You got me partner” he said while walking towards you and then falls in your arms. He looks up at you “Come closer Ed, it’s getting dark” looked away from you and coughed then looked back at you “Tell Auntie Emm to let old Yeller out” *cough* *cough* “Tell Scarlett I do give a damn” *cough* *cough* “Tell Mobis I did enjoying exposing, pieing and slapping all his favors” *cough* *cough* “Tell Tiny Tim I won’t be coming home this Christmas” this time instead of looking away to cough he coughed in your face while farting “Parden me” then he died in your arms. You let slip a tear and looked to sky yelling out in anguish as you regret killing the strange green faced man.