You remember very little of your old life. You were born in a speeding, rattling, time-travelling hunk of junk and raised lovingly by your brother. 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. You're the cure!
