ah, my mortal enemy is on his way. i can hear his creeping, long before he is within my sight. the neighborhood children line the street in fear and trepidation, wondering how their lives will be forever changed by the impending doom. will today be the day? will he be enveloped in a ball of flame due to the power of a thousand people’s simultaneous hate? will a strange metaphysical occurance result in his inexplicable departure from this plane of existence? will a power beyond my ken reach out to end this ceaseless torment? will i ever be free of this loathesome aural assault?

the ice cream truck approacheth.