I ain’t a man, my man.
But more martial arts stuff? I’m telling you he was niche and you’re only reinforcing my point.
M, I, crooked letter, crooked letter, I, crooked letter, crooked letter, I, humpback, humpback, I!
(My parents were stationed at a base there while I was in 3rd and 4th grade, I didn’t learn much that I recall from those years, but I will never forget how to spell the damn thing.)