Want to know how I got these scars? I used to be a happy guy, just like you. I used to smile and laugh at everyone I met. One day, I met a group of guys who just didn't feel like smiling. They were "tough" guys, so they diodn't think it was right for a guy to smile. So they grab me. One of them takes a switch blade. "You know" he says "its your lucky day. Since you love smiling, we're gonna make it easier for you. We're gonna keep you smiling all the time. Make you look real beautiful" He sticks it in my cheek, just under the bones. The pain...was...lovely. So they dropped me, with the knife in my face. I felt I needed to return the favour. I take it out, and I let them feel the same delicious pain. But then, I felt my own face. Why, it wasn't done at all. I couldn't go around with only half a smile on my face. So I shoved the knife in my cheeks, and drew, along my teeth, a perfect smile. And now, look at me. Aren't I beautiful?