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 motormouthed scientist. 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 unhealthy obsession with being the best of the best of the best (sir!) 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!
