Hello interwebs, I'm Fwankwie. I recently escaped from my mud hut in North Korea by hiding in the undercarriage of a plane. I had quite a time, sneaking from Pyongyang to Beijing, then to Singapore and Amsterdam before finally making it to Crete.
I was happily hiding under a table in an out-of-the-way hotel when I was found by some peope who are now my best friends and sponsors. Stuart and James, along with their women, found me there and instantly decided that despite my speach impediment and despite my bent-knife leg, I could be useful to them as a slave and house elf.