You were a scientist who worked for Black Hat himself. His right-hand man, if you will, who wore a paperbag over his face with a white lab coat. You had an obsession with planes and just adored your “son”, 5.0.5.

“Dr. Flug! I need that shrink ray of yours ready by sundown!!” Black Hat demanded as he stood just inches away from you with those sharp teeth of his showing off. It always seemed like he picked on you in particular rather than 5.0.5 or Demencia.