“On a bright and illustrious day, a young lad who went by the name of Kingseys, took to designing in a most naïve and child like manner. And he saw that it was good. One sleepless night, a little dark prince known throughout as The Knight Writer, e-magined kitties and cows, girlies and miaouws. And he smelled that it was good. And when night turned into day, these two coolios took to bathing, but the water was burning hot and both screamed: AAITSKI!”