You've probably already guessed by now, but, yes, I was once a weasel in the Shrine Circus. Forced to wear funny little velvet costumes while drunken Shriners poked sticks at me and made me jump through fiery hoops. One dark night, I escaped their vile, Fez hatted clutches and I've never looked back.
Except when the Shriners come to town.
To this day I live in fear of being recognized.
Fortunately, the hookers distract them.