Dear Mr. Skeptical
Yes, I do WTF (Walk The Fire). It turns out you don't need special supernatural powers to fire walk. I discovered this one afternoon last summer while crossing the street barefooted after a day on the beach. After that first painful but strangely invigorating, life-giving experience, I sought out other, even more painful foot abusing exercises, including running barefoot across a field of fresh, explosive cow pie mines (no, wait, that had nothing to do with my hot foot obsession...forget it). Let's just say that, yes, I'm a warrior, and I do indeed WTF!
Dear Skeptical Dude
How do we know you're really a dude and not some psycho chick?
Dear doubtful, I get caught with my pants down quite frequently. If you happen to be observing me at those unfortunate moments, you'll have whatever proof you're looking for. I should point out, however, that I haven't been mistaken for a female since I was about 2 years old.
Dear Mr. Skeptic,
Please explain why the sky is blue. I still don't understand it???
Blue Eyes Crying For An Answer
Were you also issued eye lenses #we357mnhloPP90dxc321? (that's an actual question mark, not a part of the number). Almost everybody who is born gets those, except for a few fortunate individuals who receive clear lenses allowing them to observe the sky's true color, which is Deep Metallic Purple.