We were deep in the Arctic, far up in a Godforsaken snowy pass. We stumbled through a blizzard with flesh eating scavengers all around, waiting for our inevitable collapse. When suddenly a tumbledown shack emerged from the driving snow. We stumbled inside and there stood Uma, Goddess of the North, resplendent in her nut-fur parka. All we wanted was warm drink to thaw a little, but she's a mean cuss. I tried being nice but Ken was too far gone with hypothermia, so he reached for the bottle of hooch. Quick as a crack across a frozen lake, she drew her Colt and fired! Blam!!! Ken's left nut went flying and I dove for the floor. He collapsed in agony and she dragged him outside and froze him as a trophy, waiting for the day she needed new fur for her parka. I made my escape, clutching my furry reminder of the brave, brave, nutless man encased in the icy grip of a lost arctic wasteland. And then I realized... it would make awesome trading material, because of the story behind the prize, and because nobody would want to actually keep it. Now the entity you think is Ken, is actually a Ken-bot. The real Ken remains encased in ice deep in the arctic, praying that Uma never needs more fur.