So, how did you, Jack, finagle yourself from fright-night duty to this lea where nary a spirit wanders with deceitful sleeves and mischievous wiles?
You are not a lantern, huh, but, rather, a Johnny-glee-egg? The lone offspring of the hallowed father-lasher of these seas of greenest grass?
Aye! That is so splendid to meet you, then, mate! So, are you creme-filled or do you prefer smooches sunny-side up? Oh, calm down, boo. We are just trading tricks twixt a slow-roe and a sass-lass. ; )