You remember very little of your old life. You were born in the back of a diner along Route 66 and raised lovingly by a cabal of faceless corporate drones. 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 your favorite blender dying, mid-blend, right before you discovered it was out of production. Your time for greatness is here. You're the cure!
