A vicious, blood thirsty, fanged beast crept carefully through the eerie forest one eve. It was stalking prey. Human prey. It's mouth dripping with drool at it's next prospective victim. Suddenly, it lunged, and as it did so the pale light of the moon revealed the startled victim as Paul. The sight of a man so wild, so unruly, so downright and clearly mad (Read: Got loose screws) struck terror into the beast. It turned and fled and never preyed upon travelers again. Unfortunately, the town villagers never lived to thank the man. He had already torched them.