Thank you very much; really apprecia... (oops, knock at the door; be right back.)
Now that was weird. I answered the door and here was this dude all dressed in black, carrying a scythe. He asked for me by name.
This looked rather fishy, so I asked, "What do you want with him?"
He replied, "His time is up."
So I said, "Well, he used to live here but he's moved."
"Where is he?" the stranger asked.
"He didn't leave a forwarding address," I said.
"I will find him. It's just a matter of time," was the reply.
"Well, when you do," I said, "remember that he's a member of Extreme Idiots. And you'll have to go through them - at least some of them - to get to him."
"So be it," he said, and in an instant, he was gone.
Most strange...