You remember very little of your old life. You were born in a dark, smog-ridden Los Angeles and raised lovingly by a supersuit-clad earthworm. As a child, you took pride in being a road warrior on endless motorbike trips, 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 upholding your family's age-old tradition of action herodom. Your time for greatness is here. Life is beautiful!
