what world have you been in all your life, Rooster
Well... when I was really young my mom kept me in a box most of the time... she said it was for my own protection... but that didn't really explain the scorpions she'd drop in the box with me every once in a while...
Later on I went to college... my padded dorm room was really nice, except for all the screaming... why were they always screaming??? Night and day... day and night... screaming - all wrapped up snug in their tight white fraternity jackets.
After I graduated with a degree in sanity. I spent a few years wandering the dumpsters of the world... seeing what there was to be seen... gnawing on what there was to be gnawed.
Finally, I got a good job and settled down with the typical American family... you know a wife and two and a half kids...
Poor little half-pint Timmy... that kid is going to have a dickens of a time going to the bathroom in this life.
After that came the big D (divorce) followed by the standard wrong place at the wrong time story... I got swept up in a major drug raid, mistakingly ID'ed as the notorious drug cartel kingpin: Enrico Renaldo Vasquez Antonio Herenedez Jr.... sent to a Peruvian prison for six years... got out... made my way up to Texas... lost an eye in a knife fight with a very clever dog and finally ended up playing Grepolis for kicks.
Same life story I'm sure you've heard a hundred times before...
And ALL of it absolutely TRUE.... right up to and including the word "Well..."
well, not really refuse