Kinda. Except that, unknown to most, Sam knew how to hypnotise serpent like beasts using a battered, old kazoo. A family heirloom he’d been given as a small child by a reclusive and mysterious uncle. An uncle who happened to be called Stuart and disappeared without a trace, shortly after presenting his precious gift. Sam, therefore, managed to escape unscathed. Excepting the fact his shirt had come untucked and his hair a little askew. When the police arrived, called in complaint by a neighbour regarding the terrible noise Sam had emanated from his hypnotic instrument, he raised his kazoo once more and bid the beast attack the uniformed interlopers. He knew very soon, with both the kazoo and now the beast, he would rule the World. He laughed in an appropriately evil manner, rocking his head back and opening his mouth wide. As he did so, right on cue, lightening split the dark skies above, and it began to rain. Satisfied but thirsty, Sam went back to the kitchen and made himself, and the beast of course, a cup of tea. Watching the water as it gathered and cascaded down his window in large, dirty droplets, he mulled over his plans for World domination, and considered a chocolate hob-nob to accompany his beverage. He knew he was most likely imagining it, but he could of sworn the beast bore a starling resemblance to Uncle Stu.
“Biscuit?” He said, leaning the packet in the beasts direction, one eyebrow raised.
Oh, and you're really supposed to upload in into the archive...