Many moons ago, in a kingdom not unlike our own, there arose a mortal like no other. Forged from the translucent fires of a synthetic revolution; a man of such strength and valor that just the mere whisper of his name would bring forth a quivering tear of admiration to the eye of the bravest of souls. Oh, how golden was his globe, how high was his horse, how jerky was his beef...
And the next time you see him, would you please tell him that John D.S. Scannell would like his cordless drill back? He needs it to finish his next fun project.
You may proceed.