Huffle-something. He was a huffer. Wait, that doesn't sound right. Maybe he was a buffer? Wait, wouldn't that make him something that is buff? Neil stared. This was an issue that needed to be resolved. He was having an identity crisis.

WHAT WAS HE?

He breathed deeply. This was no time for silly panic attacks. Although, his identity was at stake. If he wasn't a buffer, nor a huffer, what was he? A zinger? He paused his thoughts for a moment. This seemed like one of those IQ tests his mother made him take numerous times to make sure that he was indeed smart.

"Ahh, bummer."