Eman Fringg was born into a loving family of C.H.U.D's. Very hidious ones at that. Eventually they realized that his brain power was one thousandfold of there own and could do no more for him. They decided to donate him to the local seniors home where he was used as a serving tray for a year. After his tour of duty was over he figured he would join the army to relax a little. They wouldn't take him however being all of 7 years old. Eventually he stowed away in a meandering habadashery, and served in the scullery untill being employed by FLT where he now happily resides in a crate of snail mucus, to keep the rash from spreading.