Fearlessly, a fanciful, fanatical fellow flying freely from the shackles of fraternity, finding fond factoids following forth. No mere fiend of fancy, no, nor a figment of falsehood, but rather a flocking flood of fine, flavorful sass. A familiar feeling, fatigued without fanfare - feckless, free-form figuration for the fictious and the firmly real, flippantly issuing flammable poetry to inflame the faces of the fearful spooks below. Their future is fleeting, forgettable, and foregone as doomed. That being said, it is my very good pleasure to meet you, and you may call me Fagus.