I came in from working out this morning to find this guy haunting my living room:
The Phantom Stranger
He introduced himself as the Phantom Stranger, and then went to the fridge to clutch a diet coke for a while in order to cool off his hands, because phantoms always have cold hands.
Here’s his close-up:
My hands are cold. Because I’m a phantom.
I told him he’s the perfect combination of the Unabomber and the Green Arrow,
When Archie complained, he was granted “Phantom Hitchhiker” status.