You remember very little of your old life. You were born in a speeding, rattling, time-travelling hunk of junk and raised lovingly by a kindly old warrior who adopted you. As a child, you took pride in cooking blue sky, but it soon became obvious that you were meant for bigger things. That's where your horde of loyal yellow assistants came in. It was essential in just getting through another bleak day. Your time for greatness is here. Yippie-ki-yay!
