A piece of string walks into a bar. The bartender says, "Hey. What are you?"
The string replies, "I'm a piece of string."
The bartender says, "Well. You'll have to leave. We don't serve strings in here."
So the string walks out of the bar, ducks around the corner, ruffles up his top end and twists himself into a pretzel shape.
Then, the string goes back into the bar. The bartender says, "Hey. Aren't you that string?"
The string replies, "'Fraid not."
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