I came across this little guy earlier and he sat me down, looked me square root in the eye and told me a tale. A tale so pale it was printed in braille. A tale of one man and his quest to remember his PIN number. A tale of three murders and then one more murder. A tale so sad that your eyes will make eight tears. A tale with no plot. A tale of peeled potatoes and revenge. A tale of three women who think they are horses. A tale of three horses who think they are women. A tale of a doctor who heals heels with a plot twist at the end where he heals seals. A tale of a pig who makes a comfortable living selling wigs on eBay. A tale of freedom and then capture. A tale of a house brick that has been cemented to the wrong house. I forgot exactly how it went but believe you me, it was a glorious tale!