Who would’ve thought?

If someone told me that giving a lift to an old hermit and a farmer boy would result in several near-death experiences, shoot-outs with the government, falling in love with a princess, getting frozen and sold to my employer, and overthrowing the government with a bunch of furry midgets - calling them crazy would be the understatement of a millennium.

But here I am, standing in a village of said midgets, holding the woman I love (who also happens to be a princess), watching the fireworks in the sky as everyone is celebrating the victory over the fascist regime - victory that took many decades and way too many lives to achieve.

Victory which wouldn't have happened if, years ago, an old hermit and a farmer boy hadn't walked into a bar and asked to give them a lift.