It was 1927. You were at a bar, waiting for your partner to show up. You knew they wouldn't, because despite your efforts to please them, they didn't really love you, and neglected you, but you were still with them, for whatever reason. For some reason, they started playing a slow song, and many couples got up, you sat there, being basically the only one sitting, until a stranger in a blue suit and hat grabbed you and pulled you with him. He looks up at you. You immediately recognize who he was. Rocky Rickaby. He was a grey cat, had blue eyes, and a slight overbite that showed his fangs, you also knew he was a bit clumsy, and had a wild side with guns and explosives. He was part of one of the mafia groups in your city. He winks at you, and looks back down, hiding his face, and slow-dancing with you.