Tropers / The Irish Insomniac

MEANWHILE, IN IRELAND...

Hooray, my time to shine. I suppose some introductions are in order, so let's do this FAQ style, like my mother never used to do.

Q: Who are you, and how did you sneak into my room?

A: I'm a precocious lil' scamp known as the Irish Insomniac. Also, your window was open. Q: Is The Irish Insomniac your real name, or is it something equally as disappointing? A: Hell noes. My parents aren't that cruel. My name is shrouded by the ravages of time and privacy concerns, I'm afraid.