silverfernd
It wasn't long before I looked down... I could smell it. "Eugh! Get off of me, fiend!" a small pit ferret had just nibbled at my leg. The little fellow tipped his hat and went on his way. Strange are these days of late. I'd best keep my wits about me.
Mysterion the Gold digging rat came to me in a dream. "How be you this fine evening, Trollop". I hesitated, not only had he come baring gifts but also with an ill temper. Brewed in the pits of hell. Poor bloke.
Who said I was the man in the brown coat? Just because I have my gun in it's holster doesn't mean that I'm the 'Man with no name'. Well... Look... Here's the thing. I am the man with no name. Not the Good, the Bad or The Ugly. Just a man. Living. Surviving. Like you.
One day, in my lounge settee. I found an Arabic cube. "What's up?" it asked. I looked at it bewildered and replied with a gesture usually seen on the funnies. The 'funnies'... That's what the old man used to call them. Good for him. Good lad. No, I'm Sparticus.
As scandalous as it may seem. Often the boy in the pants made of cotton waved his hands in the air. I'd notice by the yells of joy across the hallway. He'd apparently just got a triple-kill... I later found out it wasn't a video game.
I was on the beach one day when a man approached me. He had lost his son and was looking for him. "What does he looks like?" I asked. "He is a small Mexican chap with a sombrero.” I found this strange because the man in front of me was actually a fridge.