You were minding your own business. Because walking through the desert, alone, with nothing but yourself and the clothes on your back. Because that's a good idea. Anyway, you were just looking at the sand, drawing little designs with your foot. And then something came and knocked you out.

When you one, you were in handcuffs and tied up. A man stood in front of you, arms crossed and tapping his foot. Then he spoke.

"Who are you and why were you walkin' in my men's territory?"