Chaplin is his name, Sir, Charles Chaplin. A man of many talents one can say. He was a poet, dreamer,  a gentleman, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure and he was The Little *****...END.

Around, all around the sinister creatures gather. My dread grows as doom's scythe lingers above my head. It severs me, darkly as my blood drips to the ground. In horror, I run as my demons approach to take me to hell. Now alone, my cry of mercy falls upon fiery, unforgiving eyes. This is my DEATH