Well you see it started years ago! I was in prison for terrible joke, and I dropped My soap. This nice guy came and picked it up, and said "Sure!" The next day he whispered to me to come into a secret shack in the prison yard. We made swords. And bows. And armor. Out of cardboard. We then climbed to the top of the prison, and praised the sun. We then jumped down and dispatched of the guards. We then released everyone. We were on the run. We were stranded. He said he knew a place, a place where we could be safe. It was called Didney Worl on the streets. I then opened the door, got on the floor, like a dinosaur. I stubbed my toe in the process. I then went back into prison. And did it all again.