Solki always thought he was cool. He had that house in the slums on the outskirts of Pink City where his father dwelt in an old tenement block. Till' he met me and I helped him rise up from the gutter and into the wonderous world of the Maini World. Solki, however, is still proud of his homeland, the rabidly communist & fundamentalist world of Solzolium, bordering of theif states such as Weineria and Beaveristan, where poo-brown rivers slowly flow by fire-hazard ramsackle shacks and open-air markets.
It was me who saved Solki from the world of the Cold War; it was me who raised my son Blacky to become a strong independent character (mostly because I was always such a lazy fuck) and it was me who adopted Punky who later went on to become a huge prick to everyone. That's the sort of thanks I get, not even Solki thanks me for everything I have done to him. I'm much more awesome than him. He's a degenerete wannabe-me. My musical achievements are much more refined and philosophical than Solkis nonsensical insanity, his garbage singles like "Tigermuren" are a stain in the face of every honest artist.
By all means, I am Maini, and I am the greatest pig that has ever walked upon this earth, this pile of dirt spinning endlessly and pointlessly thorough a universe of terror, time counting down till all atom cores have decayed. Hope you enjoy your stay, sucker.
"I strive after structural simplicity. The technological man must not get lost in his own technology."