some may ask of me my interests, and to them I shall say that I prefer to keep what I enjoy simple and uncomplicated. I am truly an admirer of vehicles you see, their purpose in developed society is overlooked by most of our civilization. Without them, we would not be able to arrive on time to our occupations, not be able to defend our homelands from foreign invasion, and not be able to travel far across our beautiful green earth to take in all of its sights. One of my favourite vehicles would have to be the one commonly driven by the first responders in our towns and cities, those who battle the blazes set forth from hell to save their fellow man. I like these vehicles, fire trucks are their name. They are a symbol of man’s willingness to help one another. In addition to the firetruck, I also greatly appreciate the existence of a certain vehicle that has wheels larger and grander than all other vehicles driven by common man. The sound of it’s roaring engine strikes both thrill and excitement into the heart of a person, as we watch it perform stunningly spectacular stunts for a cheering audience. This is called a monster truck, or as I and many other intellectuals like to refer to it as, a “moster truck”. Why do I call it a moster truck? It’s very simple. You see, the word monster implies something is evil, something that humanity should fear and try its best to eliminate. We do not actually feel this way of monster trucks, we love them and what they symbolize to the common man. We would never want to eliminate something like that, so I call it a moster truck.

That is all for now, this is your good friend and fellow intellectual Walter, signing off. Goodnight and sweet dreams, ladies and gentlemen.