See, I was talking to my babysitter (for lack of a better word).
The last thing I remember is them turning around and handing me some water. I didn't want to accept it, but he insisted (and I was thirsty), so... yeah. I think that they probably threw me out on the street to die.
When I woke up, some gang members picked me up and kicked me around, laughing about it. They too, just left me out on the street to die.
Fortunately, some dude was nice enough to pick me up and bring me over to his place, where he let me eat and wash up. He even bought me a new really big keyboard to accommodate my hands!
Oh, and to Meta Knight: I understand, and it isn't your fault. It's only that my previous caretaker was a backstabber. I forgive you.
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