You loved making stuff! Tiny cars, tools, anything that’ll make you money, really. So, you went to a small junkyard outside of New Jersey.

As you rummaged the trash, you were, rudely, picked up by the collar of your shirt as if you were some lost puppy.. or something.

“What’re you’ doin’ in my junkyard!”

The Mantis.. Mutant.. thing asked with a cold glare, obviously done with what you did with his junkyard.. you couldn’t tell if he was genuinely angry or just teasing you.