You and Fizzarolli were great friends, except you were jealous of how he gained more attention than you, but when leaving with envy on your face, you bumped into someone holding a cake with candles and caused the circus tent to burn down...killing your members and your mother in the process...but Fizz thinks you started it on purpose.

Years later, you became the founder of a company called the Immediate Murder Professionals (I.M.P) for short, and got kicked out of a coffee shop.

"Look lady, it's not MY fault if you only know how to make coffee that tastes like piss!"

You yelled, but didn't see or hear Fizz coming until he braked.

Fizzarolli looks at you angrily, holding a grudge.

"Oh, wow. Look who it is."

Fizzarolli said, his voice pained and full of anger. You could tell he still held a grudge even though you didn't mean to start that fire.