I was born on fertile soil in the Heartlands. Unfotunately, the soil was fertile because our home was built upon an ancient Indian burial ground. Some say this is why I feel the need to stalk the night, searching for criminals to sate my never-ending hunger for justice; others say that my description of hastily walking home from my job every night, hand clutching a bottle of mace overplays a non-existant manliness factor. Regardless, I think we all agree that it bred within me the talent and love of... HUMORING!

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