Well, I was born to a carpenter, in a fucking barn. I'll tell you, hay is not the most comfortable thing to lay on. I went through life spreading the word of my pop. I got a bunch of people to follow me, and that was cool. Then, at the height of my conversions, the fucking Romans suddenly got deity envy and nailed my ass to a cross. Fucking painful. Well, you guys know the rest. Need to ask any questions, just ask.