Meat Puppet
is smoother than a Sky Pirate. You know. Balthier. Not Vaan.

It started to go deviate once you tried to guess my preferred brand of shoe. Nevertheless, I thoroughly enjoyed your poem.

There once was a Puppet of Meat
Who had Doc Martens shoes on his feet
The laces got tangled
And Meaty got mangled
When he tripped while crossing the street.

It started out as a poem of worship, but my sick sick twisted twisted mind turned it in to this. I am sorry sorry.

I love cheerful colors like red, blue and white.
shiny apples, candies too,
They fill me with delight.
Little goldfish in a bowl, they always bring me glee.
Sure, they're small, but all in all,
they mean the world to me.

I’m slightly less educated than you are. I have no idea what you are talking about.

Some people can subsist entirely on pity, you know. Like the hunger artist.

I’m sure it would just be another way to suck pity out of these fools

It would be funny like a few years afterwards. But until then, that time is reserved for crying and hating life.

Wouldn’t it be funny if a crewpin nibbled my hand off, and I had to get it replaced with a donald?

But then people will call you Captain Hook.

Or a cyborg leg. If cyborg is the right word to use here. Otherwise wooden will do.