I fear. I really fear for my life. You know what I fear? I fear that one wonderful night, in my very sweat dream the pale humpy nose will come to my house and tie me up to the radiator. He will cover my mouth in a tape. And oh, he won't be alone, his partner will aim the gun straight upon my head temple. I fear that nose will take out off his pocket a razor sharp razor blade and starts approaching me while I flounder on a cold tiled floor sobbing and begging not to hurt me. I fear the nose an...