You had fallen unconscious in a random ass forest and awoke to the smells of hot dogs and drugs. You were lying in the hot dog van of L'manburg, which was a new nation you hadn't visited, but had heard of. The President of L'manburg, Wilbur Soot, and his right hand man, Tommy Innit, stood over you, staring down.

"Hello?!" Tommy exclaimed as your eyes drifted open.

"Tommy, don't talk so loud.." Wilbur said sternly to Tommy before turning to you. "Are you alright? You were unconscious.."