An Ugly Man, If Man He Be

I am an ugly troll of a man, if man I be, waking kind folks up with my roaring and smashing of things with my club and all. Of course, they can’t see the Weebies like I can, and if it wasn’t for me, why, these nasty little ones with their spiked hat and propensity for stealing babies would overrun this town and pretty soon the kind folks would move to another town, leaving just the Weebies and unkind folks like myself to tend to the place, and what an awful town that would be? So I wander in the early morning, afore the sun is up, which is when the Weebies are most active, and when I sees one, I smashes it with my bully club.