There once lived, and still lives today, a funny little man who could blow himself up. He was immortal, so he could do this as many times as he wished. Now, this immortality certainly didn't mean that blowing himself up was any less painful than a mortal blowing up. The funny little man exploded many times. He wasn't exactly the happiest little man and the only way to relieve himself would be by self-punishment. Thus, blowing himself up. The end.