My facts are many, my equals are none. In the shade of olive trees, they said Factaly could never be conquered. In the land of pharaohs and kings, they said Factgypt could never be humbled.

In the realm of forest and snow, they said Factssia could never be tamed. Now they say nothing. They fear me, like a force of facture, a dealer of thunder and death. I AM FACTPOLEON, EMPEROR.