the train ticket

As I walked up to the train station I approached the counter.
"I'll take a one-way, not round trip, ticket to enlightenment, first class please." He told me it was 13 dollars and 3 souls. I paid and sat on a bench, waiting for the train to arrive. And when the train finally approached, with it came a tall, dark figure with a red hat and Grizzly Straight. Mark Holtz defined the monster as the living Mickey Tettleton. He turned, and with a grimace and a wink gleaned in and offered his presentation.
"You're up.", he handed me a baseball bat and I walked into the oncoming train shouting,"Baha men, it was I who let the fucking dogs out!"