I can't tell you my name, but I can tell you my story. Born at the tallest peak of the Himalayan Mountains, to a kind hearted prostitute who died during my birth. I was quickley sent to live with my grandfather in the Phillipines. I knew this would not workout so at the age of 6 I decided to move west. Soon after I was sold to child slave labor ring. After making napkin rings for two years for a company I would later find out is called "Martha Stewart Living", I escaped and continued on my journey west. I found myself living in a monestary with shaolin monks. They taught me many things about life and after I reached enlightenment they were very sad to see me leave. Using my knowledge the monks had givin me I continued west earning my money in street fights along the way. One such fight impressed a princess that was watching so much, she invited me back to her palace. At 16 I would be the youngest male to ever set eyes on the princess of Brunei. I had know idea she was going to take me prisoner. She held me hostage for 8 years holding me captive in her husbands heram. With only myself and the 465 woman being held for the sultan. I learned a lot. When it was finally my time to leave the princess rewarded me with 10 billion ringgit. With that money I bought a plane ticket to St.Louis, MO and a soda.