Guy jus' mindin' his business, waitin' onna bus, tryna' listen to Smashmouth on his pod, the creepy smiley face and the bleeding hunka cheese onna wall and den' dis' ash-white liddle girl show up outta nowhars! What you prolly DON'T see is dat his crazee half-Scottish, half vikin' mom (God rest 'er soul) and his father (still alive, keepin' semi-hush 'bout how he's still a practicin' Druid durin' deh warm autumn nights when he iznnt' runnin' his off-da-books finance office) carved somma dem rune things on his back with a sharpened piece of mistletoe after givin' him a shot ah brandy, jus' after his ninth birthday. Dey still glow a liddle on moonless nights. Itch too. Don't think banshee-bitch gonna like lickin' my boy too much! Maybe ma and pop saw somethin' like dis' commin' yearz ago? Meh. Dunno. Lessee whahappens next! P.S.-Freakin' Scary, Bro! Doitagin!!