It started with a kiss. Then all hell broke lose when I was born, if that is how you want to describe bursting from my mothers stomach. And I use the term mother very losely since it was actually my father. Well, at least that I was told when I was eighteen and I am enclined to believe them since I saw the photos plastered all over the internet, they even made a movie about it.
My life since then has been a whirlwind of parties and running around a spaceship sucking the life out of people. That was until I met Sigourney Weaver, she and her cronies made my life hell when she killed off my mother and now I spend my life savings on my therapist who holds an uncanny likeness to Kevin Peter Hall.