All those weary, soul-numbing days working for others. How could I have been so blind? I could have been working for myself all this time. Taking tolls from fools has to be the easiest job ever! I sit around all day, waiting for the plodding of approaching feet (or the clip-clop of approaching hooves). When I hear them, up I pop and demand they pay a toll for crossing the bridge. If they still won't pay, I pull my sword. Sometimes that works, but if they pull theirs, I run. I hear horses approaching. More fools to be separated from their gold!