One morning, after a nights dreamin' bout ostriches and marmite, franz k awoke to find himself metamorphosised into a vegetable. Annoyingly he couldn't name the vegetable he was. If he was a veg he wanted to know what kind. But it looked like a cross between a beetroot and some gnarly ginger type thing.
He had to go to work as a male prostitute, but he couldn't.
Said the tortoise
To the hare
WHAT THE FUC
R YOU NOT COLLECTIG my nUts
said the hare
Thus the thing carried on like that.
You have to be well read to even comprehend at a basic level this genius.
One day frank k woke in his bed to find out he cancelled his gym membership in his sleep.