You remember very little of your old life. You were born in an ambulance en route to the hospital and raised lovingly by aliens from the outer rim. As a child, you took pride in tuning up muscle cars, 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 realising there was only one way to preserve your very huge collection of classic rock vinyl records. Your time for greatness is here. Hasta-la-vista, baby!
