BUTTERCUP

There was a fictitious man named Buttercup because there could be no real man named Buttercup although it is better perhaps to say there is no man named Buttercup but there should be a man named Buttercup because think about it: You walk up to someone and they say, “Hi, my name is Buttercup” and you can’t help but smile a little and already you like Buttercup because who doesn’t like Buttercup? You would have to be a monster not to like Buttercup. And then you would tear him into tiny little yellow bits and there would be no man named Buttercup.