Happy Halloween, chaps.
I started celebrating it by way of a fearsome nosebleed that got on my eyebrow, then I joined here while listening to Muse, watched The Nightmare Before Christmas, devoured some Cadbury and I'm about to eat a venison pie with a face on it. Brilliant stuff.
Traditionally I don't celebrate it, but if I was to go out Trick-Or-Treating then I'd probably dress up as one of Orson Krennic's Deathtroopers from Rogue One. I basically live in cultist territory, so that'd be an interesting outing.
I have a theory that they cook their intelligent offspring and indulge in Satanist rituals by sundown. They're not really in it for the religion, though - just the mass hanky-panky in the graveyard.
If I did go Trick-or-Treating, I'd take a wooden stake, a mallet and a backup water gun filled with holy water. And the Italian waitress I adore, because I want her to see how intrepid I am in the face of demonic cultists.