Although the evil F-ster gang shot me down cold-blooded when my back was turned, I somehow pulled through in the hospital and found my way back to the gutter where I belong. Now I'm back, Tougher than leather. I was born in the ghetto but I have worked hard to attain my status in the neighborhood. One day I aspire to be much more like a fine microbrew, but some of those guys take life too serious and don't know how to kick back on the stoop and have a good time with the boyz. They forget they roots, and I am quite grounded and down-to-earth.
And you - stop lookin at me like that, or I'll have to Mad Dog ya!
