Yes, Rumpelstiltskin.

"It's just like the story of the grasshopper and the octopus. All year long the grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched tv. But then the winter came and the grasshopper died, and the octopus ate all his acorns! And also, he got a racecar! Is any of this getting through to you?"

Did y'all play foosball?

I challenged a hobo to a best-of-seven series of foosball over the weekend. He was better than I expected him to be. While we played, he told me about how he'd lost his job, killed his cousin, and amputated his own foot all in a span of 3 days. He actually didn't stink for a hobo. The series was tied at 2 games apiece, then during game 5 my goalie allowed a score that he should have prevented and I got real mad. I flipped over the table in a fit of adrenaline-fueled anger, told the hobo "I forfeit" and left him standing there on the street corner looking dumbfounded. I hope there's no hard feelings. It was going pretty good until then.