"You can't come through the gates," he informs you. "The Big Guy's son has decided you will return to Earth. However..." --An oiled and dashing young Greek lad steps forward.-- "There's a slight, mmm, catch," says Eric The Messiah. "You will be an insane homeless person. Oh now, c'mon. Er...there there. Stop sobbing, I haven't finished." He continues: "I'm going to graciously afford you the luxury of choosing your own 'shtick.' That is, ask yourself: What is my brand? By what trait will people remember me after they pass me on the sidewalk while I wander bug-eyed and aimless through the streets?"