You remember very little of your old life. You were born in a dark, smog-ridden Los Angeles and raised lovingly by aliens from the outer rim. As a child, you took pride in pyrotechnics, 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 your favorite blender dying, mid-blend, right before you discovered it was out of production. Your time for greatness is here. Yippie-ki-yay!
