I was born from a soggy paper bag, and raised by soot covered staplers. My brother was a set of blue and brown headphones, and my only friend is a dusty computer screen with the actual screen punched out by, what seems to be, a bottle of Livers. He calls me, killy, and i call him fredkrick the impailer. My favorite food is fried flap jacks, and i have mastered the art of Karechi, the at of japanese dog folding.