Okay. Here we go. I will let Scoff Coffin speak for himself.
I am over a hundred years old. A number of disbelieving folk scoff at this claim. Hence my moniker you might guess. But, actually, I earned it way before this by surviving a myriad of stupid stunts during my infamous “wild years.” So, to most, my name is simply a testament to the fact that a man of my advanced age has somehow managed to avoid a hasty grave.
[to be continued . . . ]