wall of burning donuts
You realize that you only have a few options left. You also have a few
obstacles to jump over. So, you'd better tackle the first problem
first. What is your name? As you desperately try to think of your real
name, you feel a dull pain searing in your cerebellum. After a few
minutes of thinking, a name seems to rise to your concsious thought.
However, you are not sure that you are thinking of the correct name.
The name that you thought of was FunnyFace. How could anything be
named FunnyFace? Either you're terribly mistaken, or your maternal
parents needed to seek help that could only be provided at some exotic
mental institution. Silently, you think harder. FunnyFace could not
possibly be your name. Another name clicked into your memory. It
was...
Strangely enough, you realize that you are a wall of burning Bismark
donuts. Several unanswerable questions suddenly come to mind. Where
are my mother and father? Do I have any brothers or sisters? Can
anyone in the universe possibly explain how a wall of burning donuts
can exist as a living organism?
