Cam, I couldn't tell you what I was doing on the roof or who I was with; as far as I can remember, falling through is where the dream started. But as I can fall gracefully and because this was my dream, I was doing pretty well after my crash. Ahem.
My hair grows very fast, but I know when I need a haircut, because my grandfather gives me five dollars and tells me to do something about my ears.
"Bangarang, Rufio!"
--Hook