Lou Costello

*Lou Costello is tiptoeing nervously. He keeps glancing over his shoulder, his eyes wide with fear. He wipes his brows with a handkerchief, then quickly spins around, convinced he heard something, before turning back to face forward, his voice a high, tense, whisper.* Okay, don't panic, don't panic....but I think my own shadow is followin' me. I stopped, it stopped. I went this way, it went this way. I'm tellin' you, it's got a mind of it's own! I'm a baaaad boy!