Bob was a man, a man; a great man. He never knew he was different, growing up alone in an alleyway, eating sewer rats for breakfast. When he was three he escaped the alleyway by walking three feet. When people saw him they ran. He was a cyclops. He was a cyclops that grew up in an alleyway. Eventually news of his existence became public and people started to accept him. He was admitted to kindergarten at five and was very smart and got A's through school.