A string walks into a bar and orders a drink. The bartender glares at him and rudely tells him, ""Get to going strang! We don't serve your kind 'round here!"" The string gets up and leaves, but makes his way into an alley. He loops his body around and tugs his body together, and then he musses up his hair for good measure. He then walks back into the bar, sits down, and orders a drink one more. The bartender eyes him wildly and asks, ""Say, ain't you that strang?"" The string replies, ""No sir. I'm a frayed not.""