Mike is a walking, talking anthropomorphic inappropriate joke, just waiting for a chance to embarrass itself whenever he meets or interacts with an actual (and unsuspecting) human being. Its self appointed position as the coolest and funniest joke ever told, is frequently revealed while he stops to explain the attempted humor that is so trite, juvenile, contrived, stretched, overused and/or inadequate, the words never stand on their own to the point that they produce a laugh. His poor victims smile through his mocking attempts to marginalize their culture, intellect, design acumen, patois, regional and national accents, style of dress, choice of equipment, body type, hair, lunch or the car they drive. If you didn’t grow up Fremer, you’re just not worth respecting, unless associating with you validates the walking, talking joke as the coolest walking, talking joke, which is all the bad joke really wants, besides free stuff. Don’t forget the often present punchline where the joke asks for your stuff as a memento for having come to your place of business so the joke can make a monetized YouTube video at your expense. See, you owe him for that, and it’s his way of telling you that, even if he claims it’s only a joke when you don’t immediately comply or offer up. Don’t worry, he’s experienced. He knows your embarrassment will eat at you and he’ll soon make you another offer to get rid of your stuff. Go ahead and comply this time. That’s when the tone changes and suddenly he’ll trip on himself trying to get out a few lines of praise to make you feel better about having been robbed.