I was in front of the fire station on Cambridge St, coming home from the North End, and I saw a slightly sketchy guy and thought to myself, "you can't get me, man, I have a light saber and a sword." He could not attack. I have a dragon, it hides under my bed with its lunchbox. He is green with a spiky tail, but not like the one in Harry Potter, oh no, you can't get me, I'm flying on my Firebolt, cumulus nimbus, my head in the sky.

Because I am the the walrus, the walnut, nutterbutter, butterfingers.