I came to Earth on a mission: steal the talent of its greatest athletes- MJ was the goal. Although, somewhere between Toon Town and a slam dunk I took a wrong turn and landed in a tattoo studio. One session later, I wasn't chasing hoops I was chasing studios. Now I'm the only alien from Moron Mountain certified in killer line work and cosmic shading. I still wear Jordans, still watch Space Jam, but now I traded in my ray guns for rotary machines. I came to take athleticism, turns out I took a more artistic approach.