During WWII, Alister was a German soldier who fought in the Nazi party. While working directly under Mr. Hitler, Alister started questioning his life. He knew that Adolf had previously been interested in art. Perhaps he really wanted to be an artist? There were many other questions that presented themselves to Alister, and he found himself running away shortly after discovering his personal, moral insecurities in his early twenties.
Among running away from everything involving the Germans, the war, Hitler and guns and shit, Alister ran far, far into the woods. These woods were magical. He found the fountain of youth. Unknowingly and ignorantly, Alister scrambled into the still waters and saturated himself in the substance.
At that moment, he realized that his true place was in America and that his calling was being a glove compartment for a car. So he hopped a ship to America immediately and set sail for this very country. He mentally reviewed his life while storing maps, handbooks and other papery things; he really loved the Jewish culture and eventually was owned by a lovely, Hebrew family. He came to love life. He now enjoys eating paper and things that are green.
Thank you, Rimpy! You've done it again!
