He was named Brussel at birth only because his father had celebrated his shaky spelling into near annihilation at the local pub.  But all turned out for the best because his mother was rather fond of that particular dish anyway, so no arguments ensued following except for the loss of money meant to go toward Brussel’s diapers.

Instead, Brussel wore yesterday’s comics for the first few weeks of life.  Because of the particular nature of newspaper ink, The Far Side was often read off Brussel’s backside and the chuckling at his exposed genitals created a scar that lasted a lifetime.