Ian Mitchell Onederful

I.M. Onederful? Really? That guys a dink

So. I’ve introduced you to Snappy. Snappy? He’s an asshole. And he’s grounded. Now? I’ll introduce you to another friend of mine - Ian. Actually, his full name is Ian Mitchell Onderful - I.M. Onederful. We just call him “Meester” for short.

Meester Onederful is a great guy. Modest? Not so much. For Meester Onederful everything is just that - Wonderful. Just ask him: How’s life Ian? Wonderful. He actually can’t answer any differently.

Ian could be walking around Nearly Headless and his answer? No problem. I’ve got this. There is a problem here. Once your head is separated that far from yourself, you’re fucked. Ian frequently walks around with his head barley stuck to his neck. Perhaps it hurts somewhat, but Ian has a name and a mantra all in one: I. M. Onederful.

This can be a noice thing - pawsitivity. It’s also regularly an illusion. Ian? Your head seems to be coming off. 

His remarkably foolish response: Wonderful! It’s coming off beautifully. Could you imagine a head coming more detach…