In which we find that there is a plot.
Freezing in his tracks, Jacob turned around and found that he was – literally – nose to nose with what at first waft smelt like a dead cat. Quickly clapping a cupped hand over his mouth and nose, he took a step back, trying not to gag.
"You is a werewolf! Werewolf!" The man sang, "Big, big, big, biggus werewolf!"
"You is obviously a werewolf! You is covered in green eggs and ham!"
By now, a small crowd had formed around the two, and Jacob felt his shackles rise. What had he done to deserve this? The obviously insane hobo was now prancing around the small ring of people that slowly grew, proclaiming how dead rats made the best pillows.
Well, at least it explained the smell.
"The world is made of cheese! And when the lava melts the cheese the middle will fall through but the goats won't fall because they have strings on their toes! And he is werewolf so he will lick the trees because the sausage is dancing!"
"More like hump the trees."
It was faint, but Jacob still heard it. Unfortunately, the air was clogged with the stench of the fragrance known as Le'Hobo, so he was unable to confirm his suspicions. He was, instead, about to give chase to verbal assailant when the hobo stood dead-centre in front of him.
"You stand alone, you stand united, you stand for what you believe in, but not for what you know is right. For the one you love, you will go far. But for the one you hate, you will give your life."
The hobo blinked a few times, looked around, and then smiled widely at Jacob, exposing a set of rotting, green/black/yellow teeth. "You is a werewolf! Werewolf!" The he sang, "Big, big, big, biggus werewolf!"
Apparently the milk would have to wait until later...