Many a year ago...
Many years ago, Bob was born to a wealthy family in downtown Detroit. His parents owned a multi billion dollar industry called Jew Mart, a store just for jewish people.
Some more years went by...
Bob was a young adult, he had just turned 17. His family's company was celebrating their 20 year anniversary that night, and Bob was expected to go.
Back at his home in Detroit, he prepared for the party.
"Make sure you wear something nice, dear." He heard his mom call from the living room.
"Yeah...I will." Bob muttered. He grabbed his tuxedo, which he didn't really like. In fact he really didn't like being the son of the richest people in the world. Bob left his room and went into the living room.
"Ah Bob...theres a smudge on your suit. You'll have to wash that." His mom said. "Toss that in the washer, your father and I will meet you at the party."
Bob sighed and made his way to the laundry room. He heard his parents leave the house.
Once his suit was done washing and drying, he put it back on and went outside to his car. He heard his best friend and neighbor, Jimbo yell over to him.
"Hey Bob, you going to that party thing?"
"Yeah, I have to..." Bob replied as he got in the car. "See ya later Jimbo." Bob pulled his car out of the driveway and began to make his way to the company HQ.
After a bit of driving, he was finally there. The bouncer dude let him in with no problems, since he was the son of the owners after all.
As Bob was making his way up the stairs (he dislikes elevators), he heard a loud banging noise from above.
"Ahhhh!!!!" He heard people scream.
He raced up the stairs just in time to witness a group of rogue Ninjas kidnap his parents! One of the Ninjas pulled out a bomb and threw it into the middle of a crowd of people as he jumped out the window.
Seeing this, Bob quickly jumped out of the window right before the bomb exploded.
Bob fell off the building and onto the street, and died. Luckily for Bob, there was a tarp near the first floor that saved him from colliding with the ground. Bob watched as the skyscraper and everything his parents worked for was blown into smithereens...
Many years later...
3 years, to be exact.
Bob was 20 years old, and he was a hobo with a long shaggy beard, and dashing good looks. As his years as a hobo he learned how to beg for money and use a shank. He also grew a tolerance to alcohol. Bob carried a sign around with him wherever he went that read "Parents captured by Ninjas, need $ 4 karate lessons". People thought it was a joke, but it was indeed true. Bob figured that if he learned karate, he could save his parents from the Ninjas!
One day when he was scurrying around a New York City, he noticed a news broadcast on several TVs in a shop.
"In a stunning turn of events," said the news reporter, "the President has been captured by a group of rogue Ninjas!"
Bob was left aghast.
Those Ninjas are the same ones that captured my parents!
Bob knew what he must do. Save the world from the group of rogue Ninjas!!!
He began to make his way to China Town, to a Dojo. When he made it there, he told the head monk of his tale.
"Ahh yes...I understand, and I believe you, Young Bob." The Sensei said.
"Will you train me in your arts, Sensei?" Bob asked.
"No...martial art skills are not enough. No, you need to take the course of the mighty Flame-thrower-in-a-tin-can!" Replied the Sensei.
"Yes, Sensei, I understand." Bob replied.
"Let us begin immediately, then..."