All Hallow's Eve (more commonly known as Halloween among you dirt-sniffing peasant commoners) is approaching, and I will dispatch my loyal grandson, J.S. Tirase, to go get candy for me. This ritual has been going since little Joseph was 2, and I see no reason to change it now. After all, why should I go out myself when I have a perfectly able little grandson to do it for me? He'll get more candy than I would, anyway. Admittedly, when I tried to Trick-Or-Treat in 1998, I did get a rather large amount of candy, but that was mainly because everyone fainted at the sight of me.