I never met my birth parents. There was a car accident. I'm told it was a beautiful Belgian day. The smell of waffles and brussels sprouts filled the summer air, until... My birth mother was incinerated. I only survived because her smoking carcass formed a protective cocoon of slaughtered human effluence. A Belgian man and his 15-year-old love slave with webbed feet was looting the accident scene. They came across a blood-soaked baby. Moi. They raised me to be evil. You know, that old chestnut.
Dr. Evil is sitting with Frau in the jail and he tells her about his childhood.