I heard, though, that he's actually the son of Trump's love doll mistakenly sent from the future to seek revenge. I know that's hard to accept, but in the future, reality was actually put on a Starship and exiled to Mars. Mamdani escaped, though, before they could launch from Starbase in Texas. He grabbed a train to Omaha and got a job working in a meatpacking plant with expatriate Russians who had risked their lives crossing the Barents Sea in winter. As Mr. M had experience with a dystopian reality that even the most rightwing booboos could not imagine, he excelled at the most precision cuts of pork shoulders and other esoterica you really should never know about.

One day, while on a lunch break, a Mysterious Stranger sent by Mark Twain in an HG Wells time machine approached him.

"Do you want to go home?" he asked.

M accepted without a thought.