I was raised by wolves until the age of twelve or so. I don't really know my true age, since wolves do not celebrate birthdays. At the age of twelve I was captured by a roving band of Mongolians, who clothed, fed and forced me to work in the town factory (which I called sweatshop) making meat helmets until the age of 21, which was when I escaped to western New York and became a Bills fan. So I guess you can say I am half wolf, half Mongolian, or a complete meat helmet.