"I have gotten into multiple predicaments, just like Janey said. However, for as many as I've gotten in recently, I used to get into even more trouble as a tiny tyke. Why, when I was about 15, my grandma and I were in Russia, right? And there was this giant bear threatening our camp. So me, being the adventuresome daredevil I am, thought it a great idea to FIGHT the bear. Boy howdy, I won that fight! Although... I waaaaas in the hospital for about 3 weeks afterward. The surgeon had to rebuild part of my calf, but I have this wicked awesome scar from it!" he exclaimed lifting his left leg to show off a very deep scar where the three of the bear's claws had sank in and tore it apart. "It's a wonder I don't walk with a limp, honestly," he laughed.

"Ooooh boy did Granny get angry with me. 'What the hell did you think you were doing, young man?! Fighting a bear?! How insane can you even get! Don't you dare worry me like that again!' Well, I'll have you know it was just a few short years later that we were in America for the first time, and I fought a mid-sized Grizzly and won unscathed, thank you very much!" Jake had completely lost himself in his tales of adventure, like usual. Most people wanted to not believe the young man when he shared the stories, but they were always taken aback when Jake showed off an accompanying scar to prove the validity of said stories. Sure, it wasn't a normal life that he'd lived, but it was what made him who he was. And he had his grandmother to thank for that, so he sure wasn't complaining.