Once upon a time, there was a nice city where everything was fine, until it wasn't.

Hi, my names Troy Bolton and you're probably wondering why I'm in burning house with 5 lemurs, well... let me tell you the story of how I became the holder of the fifth ring of babbebolé.

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It all started when I was on my way home from fencing practice - as all white kids my age do, and was have a hella good time when I accidentally pushed this old lady down a giant hole that suddenly appeared five feet behind me... wonder how that got there...

"OH MY GOSH!!! MRS. THOMPSON, IM SORRY LEMME HELP YA UP YA STONE FOX!!"

"No child, leave me to die here. The fortune cookie from my dads bakery told me of this happening on the 8th anniversary of my 80th birthday. We all have a time where we must leave this mortal plane of existence, and it fortunately is my time... luckily for satan, I do not plan to die in a way that kills me"

The next thing I knew, I was in a hospital bed.