You remember very little of your old life. You were born in a speeding, rattling, time-travelling hunk of junk and raised lovingly by imaginary fairy godparents. 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 powerful roundhouse kicks 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!
