"You claim to not belong to any world? Boy let me tell you a story. My father was a half-Manchu, half-German Lutheran minister from Kiautschou Bay, my mother was a half-Armenian, half-Kurdish Druze from Ottoman Libya. I was born a month after Libya became an Italian colony, and I spent my early life living in Sicily before moving to Cuba at the age of 6. At the age of 16, I moved to Nicaragua and smuggled weapons to the rebels on behalf of the Mexican government. At 22 that war ended and I moved to California, spent some time working on the construction of the Golden Gate Bridge. I then spent the rest of that year smuggling Mexican made booze across the border. When that ended with the repeal of prohibition I spent a few years hopping around the country. When the Japanese invaded China in 37, I joined an American volunteer corp that took part in multiple battles. I was captured by the Japanese, only to escape after a month of imprisonment, during which time I stowed away on a boat bound for Australia. From there I went to Portugal, and that's when I met your mother."