At this moment, Papa Sharptooth was slowly becoming conscious, but it took much time before he could open his eyes or say something. Eventually he moaned a bit weekly and raised his head, looking around.
"<I guess I must had given you the creeps, eh?>" he said, trying to smile, but it didn't work very well...
Pessimist sees a dark tunnel. Optimist sees a light in the tunnel. Realist sees the light of coming train. And a driver sees three idiots standing on the track.
"My heart has joined the thousand, for my friend stopped running today." - Watership Down by Richard Adams.