"Stand and streeetch toward the ceiling;
Bend and streeetch--touch your toes.
Open up your mouth wide;
Touch your tongue to your nose.

Flap your arms like a chicken;
Arch your back like a cat.
Hum 'The Star Spangled Banner;'
Rinse and repeat that."

Thor yawned his way through his morning routine without missing a beat. Soon he would trudge to the kitchen for his usual breakfast of two bean and cheese burritos and a mango. He glanced at his clock, which read (as it always did) 6:02. Thor smiled lovingly in the general direction of the malfunctional time piece before pulling his tube socks up just below the knees and hitching his tan paisley boxers into place a little too high up with a magnificent set of rainbow striped suspenders. And he was off...

Thor skipped down the street
Exuding confidence with every step,
His face awash with the giddy ignorance
Of the socially inept.