I was dead. A decapitated head left to rot as a younger version of me just killed me… what a “fluffing” way to go… For me! Gertrude! “Fluffing” Gertrude! … That was it until you, finding me on the side of the road decided to take pity on me and wished me to get back alive.

As I woke up again, with my body and my head together once more, I looked at you with my first breath.

Me: It was about time! Who the “help” are you? Why the “Hello” have you helped me?!