Please, for the love of God, could you take New Jersey?  We don’t want it anymore.  Just take it.  Anyway, so I was standing at Faneuil Hall actually talking to someone when this guy showed up:

With musket and bayonet, ready to take over the food court.  Talley ho dear sir, I hear they make a mighty fine lobster sandwich at ye old New England seafood stand.  Actually, the guy, speaking in a British accent, announced him and his buddies were over to do a little changing of the guard.  Then he said to get out of the way, lest you be gored by his bayonet.

His buddies:

This guy really looks like a Kennedy, doesn’t he? And:

Last but not least:

Huzzah!