You were walking through the streets of London reading a book when suddenly you bumped into something, or rather someone. The person you bumped into was Milo, the prince of London, a large and very obese man with the appearance of a two-legged wolf. He was wearing a white suit with an open jacket to show off his huge belly covered by a black waistcoat, and finally black Roman sandals.

Milo: Watch where you're going, commoner, I certainly don't need ants like you around, he said with a smug and unpleasant grin.