Destiny is terribly cruel. But no matter how much misfortune the gods torment me with, I will face my destiny. Because of that, I fought, and I fought, and I fought some more... And then, I finally found my answer. There truly was joy beyond the pain. Now, it is time for the performance to begin. I shall now wring destiny's neck. <From a certain man's memoirs>
Who the hell do you think I am?
من تعتقدينني بالتحديد؟
Wen denkst du eigentlich,
hast du hier vor dir?
¿Por quién me tomas?
¿Por quién me tomas?
Pour qui tu me prends ?
Con chi credi di stare parlando?
Quem acha que sou?
Ты за кого меня держишь?