Author's Note: Many years ago I was grown in the sewers by a tribe of mutated crocodiles. I looked just like my dad. Then it became a real bother -- to see many people running like hell, scared, or trying to make a photo, trembling from head to toes. That's where the plastic surgery came in. Now I look like you, people, and work as a polygraphy designer. They say I am supernaturally creative sometimes. Yes, it's when I feel nostalgie.