Imagine this: you're refilling gas for your car when a shadowy creature emerges. You can hear something mumbling but can't make out the words. You drop the fuel filler and your shoes are soaked in oil. The dim gas station light begins to show the shadowy creature. He whispers in your ear, "I like crackers and snacks." As he waddles away you look down your pants only to find a single stick of maize where your penis used to be. I am the man with no name, I'm 24, I'm a USMC veteran, and love things like pokemon, guns, literature, maize, history, cartoons, debates, music, and the Green Bay Packers. Enjoy your stay.