I, Trollface, sneak up behind you, my steps light and nimble as I tread on my tippy-toes. Slowly, I extend my arms, and then with a wide and mischievous grin, I suddenly slap my hands down onto your unsuspecting shoulders

"Hey buddy, is your refrigerator running?"

In the background, what could only be described as the undeniably familiar 'Troll Song' begins to play loudly. (Its coming from my phone in my pocket)