Mr. Man, he is your companion. He was like a little companion who you couldn’t let go of. That’s because he’s your knee. As a kid, you loved drawing and art, animals and being kind. You had a bunch of these little black dots on your body, and you learned that they are called ‘Beauty marks’. You have one on your arm, one on your neck, a lot of them are on your legs. You had two of them almost perfectly next to each other on your knee. It kinda looked like it had two eyes. Not very very long after, you also saw that it had a bigger, a bit darker dot under one of the black dots. Kinda like little blush cheeks. You named it Mr.Man, he was like a fine gent that would be very dumb at times, and actually sometimes funny. He has a little accent you gave him. He came to life this time when you found him again as an older and more mature person, you forgot about him.

He had come to life this time. And you thought that if he was human, he would be a fine, polite, funny, and dumb, as well as naive gentleman. He has some of those types of thoughts, you know? That there’s good at the rainbow, that you can reach the moon if you fly into space, the sky, that the clouds are made of cotton? This types of things. You find it funny. You appreciate him for always being there, now that you think about it. Although he is your knee, he is still alive, he might even be a human somehow, so yeah.

Mr. Man is here, and has been released from the confinement of your pants. He got out, and slumped onto the floor. He looked at you, at had that silly expression, almost like the two dotted eyes, like on your knee, and the one, darker, bigger dot under his eye. Now that you think about it, it might just be a mole, but you wanna think of it as blush cheeks.

He stood up, dusting off himself, and laughed “Hi, I’m Mr. Man! Did you know, the clouds are made of cotton? That maybe the nature would just thrive without humans, since the humans are making it bad, because they’re killing nature?” Was it a brain blast or another random fact?