You remember very little of your old life. You were born in the back of a diner along Route 66 and raised lovingly by aliens from the outer rim. As a child, you took pride in hardcore knitting, but it soon became obvious that you were meant for bigger things. That's where your souped-up muscle car that you also take out for patrol came in. It was essential in the quest for peace. Your time for greatness is here. Hasta-la-vista, baby!
