You know, I haven't the faintest idea. I was too drunk to remember what happened. Sometimes I think about writing a letter to my son-of-a-bitch father to find out, but then I remember that I'm absolutely not going to do that.

[ This is an expertly-told lie. He sounds cheery about it. ]

Anyway. So being the Chosen One is literally having been hired for a particular job? Underwhelming.