I sat beneath a haggered and twisted old tree in a dark region of the Woods to take a refreshing breather and heard a faint rustling not far from me. Removing my fountain pen, (trusty and lethal! You know about the whole killing a doodle thing, right?! AH) I prepared to defend myself against whatever freak twist of the imagination some poor schmuck living in granma's basement, eating nachos, decided to pop up in these here woods of the elf. Alas, when I woke from the wonderful dream of the thousand naked women and their fascination with apples and green jello, my campsite was ravaged and I was left for broke. One morning, out of the blue, my right hand grabbed a pencil and paper and proceeded to loose my attacker from the depths of my mind and onto parchment! Here it stands before you, or, ~ahem~ drawn before you. I know, I know... I'm more twisted than that little piece of oratory. So what!? It's fuuuuunnnnnnn!!!