"Name myself? Name myself? You don't know who I am?" Ben says giving Little John a hurt look before turning back and giving the rider a harder one. He stabs his big stick, sappling might be a better word, half its length into the ground before cracking his neck and knuckles. "Who am I? I'm Benjamin J Grimm. I'm my Aunt Petunia's favorite nephew an' the idol of millions. I'm the voice of all the folks who're starvin' cause they're payin' yer unfair taxes. An' I'm the boot that's gonna kick yer sorry butt all the way back to yer Sheriff's castle!"

Maybe he shouldn't have watched Babylon Five last night.