While the archetype of the tinker is generally the whipping person in classical bedtimes stories, this particular individual was a tinker by trade and just happened to be economically disadvantaged.

He burst into the house and ate Grandma, an entirely valid course of action for a carnivore such as himself.

The emperor is naked!"
The parade stopped. The emperor paused. A hush fell over the crowd, until one quick-thinking peasant shouted:
"No, he isn't. The emperor is merely endorsing a clothing-optional lifestyle!

I'm completely allergic to being politically correct.

No, I'm not politically correct. I never wanted to be, and I never will be.

I'm very much a humanist. I'm very much pro-choice. I'm very much politically correct.