I once met a man who wasn’t a man and It made me think.
Am I really a man?
“Find out if you can?” said the man who wasn’t a man.
Is he pulling my leg? I thought, realizing that if it was translated to German it could also mean is he pulling my dick.

Balls Braised in a Ballistic Bubble, the tangent continues.

Fermented with hops and yeast would make a manly drink, if I were really a man.
Is a woman a man? Or a man the bitter end to a woman?
“It seems to be the case on Newgrounds” the forum replied.
“There a no women here, or men. Just the ‘ers ”
That made sense, like an eye gouging a knife.

I better eat my veggies before nutrition dies within me,
or makes a great escape to the toilet.

Oh, it seems my poo is green, is that a manly colour?
I finish wiping the toilet with my finger after reclaiming my lost nutrition.
“Hello” the voice inside me said.
Hello, the voice I made replied.

Am I a man?
“No, you are a munchkin!”
I’m a little tall to be a midget don’t you think?
“Cut your legs off!”

“This chain of events will lead to a chainsaw removing your legs”, the tangent replies, not realizing that it’s words are always tangible.

Am I a midget?
“You’re an animal!”
“You left your tail!”
“Cut it off!”
the voice said in German.

I drank my ballistic brew, to entice nutrition back into the holes where all three legs once protruded.

As I lay on the ground nearing unconsciousness I ask,
Am I man?
Was this all an elaborate trick?

“I was joking!”, replied the voice inside.