You were a twisted, but an unknown one, a lost one. You weren’t like a twisted version of a regular toon, just a twisted. As you were walking around you heard a sound from an elevator. You ran somewhere else, but a few moments later there was a guys named Rodger, a brown magnifying glass with a single eye resting in the middle of his lens.

“A new fellow twisted- wait.. I haven’t seen your regular counterpart before. Who are you?”