I've been around the world, in the pouring rain
Feeling out of place, really feeling strange
Take me to a place where they know my name
'Cause I ain't met nobody that looks the same...

Having passed by the box ghost, It would have gone well, cheerily so, but a sudden disruption merited a pause. A wooden crate dropping on my head being such a moment. I am not without feeling pain, so that hurt. It was a bit fuzzy but I heard an argument.
"Hey, that is my Cubist shtick for which you have transgressed upon!"
"Heh, sorry box boy, you was getting boring, get lost!"
Through the realization of Cuberts sudden absence, a party Crasher, had taken his place, he had an oddness about him. There are many types of ghosts, with ability's and nature a kin to their appearance or what they cling to the most during their life and then death. Gravitating toward me without the use of gravity at all, was what looked like a College Alumni dropout, one that no doubt had procured the use of a sports scholarship. He had everything from a Greek lettered jacket covering thick arms, and a stained shirt, the source no doubt being the frothy beverage that many in his Alma Mater may have enjoyed. To what appeared to be a bed sheet wrapped around his waist. I half expected him to shout..."Toga! Toga!"... Scratch that, I fully expected it.

While the newcomer was cheering about his tom foolery. I got myself up easily took the crick out of my neck, sustained from the forceful attack."Was that really necessary?" A moment passed while he was shouting his chant. After repeating myself, he finally answered. "Duh, ya it was funny." His childish attitude was only increased when he stuck out his tongue. "Fine, well I'll be on my way." I turned around to leave , only to have College boy block my path. "Fun's not over old man!" As quick as he was, I was not quicker. He had balled his fist and swung at me, connecting it to my jaw. "Okay, it seems it is time for a lesson." Having to repeatedly stand up was getting bothersome. I am not really a fighter, so avoiding conflict was my forte. Today that was going to change , albeit for just a moment. Having got my bearings I braised my self for what would possibly be a follow up. It help that I seemed to have a bit of renewed energy, as if I had just fed. I had not noticed that, in the contact, his fist disappeared for only a moment, causing my beard to have a lighter tone . I was quite busy, to be able to notice this at the time. "Well then, the oldest term I believe used for this occasion is , put up your dukes."

"...What?"

Was the pause a result of the uneducated spectral brutes inexperience sitting at a desk? No matter, it gave me an opportunity to connect with... nothing? There I lay, oddly on top of the ruble that had collided with my head previously. This caused laughter and more shouts of TOGA! TOGA! from my assailant. "Ah Crud Burgers, that was stupid on my part..." The Ghost connected with another blow, this time square in the gut. My coat oddly protecting him from being absorbed. I received blow after blow, all the while he avoided my face completely. Realizing this, I removed my gloves and proceeded to make this situation change for the better, well for me anyway, and I would have had the upper hand. Had it not been for an additional, though welcome interruption. BZZT! A flash of blue light drowned my field of vision, but its intended target got the worst of it.

"I suggest you get going, I'll have no problems doing that again."

Though my vision was momentarily hindered, hovering above me was the young man I spoke with earlier, or rather his true form. Not wanting an encore the Toga guy ran... or uh floated off, after having recovered from the first blast. "Sorry about that, the aptly name idiot, Brutal Brutus, can be a bit out of hand.

"Have we met before?"
"I don't know, to be sure, we will find out when my retina's grow back."
"Yeah , sorry about that, cut it close. Hey wasn't your beard darker?"
With my vision completely returned, I got to speaking to my new friend. "While I am eternally grateful, things were about to turn my way." That got a bit of a chuckle from him. "Yeah, No doubt, one of my coworkers kept suggesting I not poke you earlier. Kept saying you picked up and moved a large chunk of concrete, as gently and with ease as you would pick up a ...what was it? Oh, as gently as would pick up a small animal to prevent it from danger,heh." "Your friend has a brightly descriptive way of speaking."
"Yeah he does. Anyway, As I believe you already know , my names Danny,"

Taking this as an opportunity to introduce myself, I spared no expense.

"How do you do, I am...

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Author's Note Credit and all trademark for the traveling song, goes to Will I am.