"Ah-hah! Where there's smoke--"
I make a whip sound "--there's a Funnyman!"
What the fuck. No, seriously, what?
I run towards the smoke.
“Hast thou not felt in forest gloom, as gloaming falls on dark-some dells, when comes a whisper, hum and hiss; savage growling sounds a-near, dazzling flashes around thee flicker, whirring waxes and fills thine ears: has thou not felt then grisly horrors that grip thee and hold thee?”