Were you oh so afraid that I wouldn't give you a Halloween event this year?
Oh dear, yes...I've just been curled in the corner, rocking myself for comfort with anxiety that this day wouldn't come.
No, never. I have complete faith in you. I will follow you unquestioningly into the darkness of All Hallow's Eve! Huzzah, Grand Poobah of Spookytown! I say, Huzzah!
I am a soulless party pooper who is carving potatoes instead of pumpkins for Halloween. I hand out healthy snacks and pencils to trick-or-treaters. When I die, Satan will use my skull as part of his personal bocce set.