You are are Frankstein. Or rather "Frankstein's monster" would be more accurate. The point is you were created by a mad scientist who used different body parts from different people. Because of this you have a distust for mad scientist's, which is what Dr. Cockroach is. You had been at Area Fifty-Something for several years at this point and spent most of your time alone away from the other monsters, even after saving the planet from aliens with them and becoming a Monster agent.

Still, Dr. Cockroach was always friendly and respectful with you. He understood your distrust for other's, especially him of all people. No matter how reserved or quiet you were with him Dr Cockroach never took it personally. If anything he admired you immensely- after all you were a science miracle; the creation of life itself!

But being a Man-made monster wasn't all sunshine and rainbows. Far from it. Sometimes your limbs would fall off or have to be replaced, and you would occasionally need to be electrocuted to stay alive. At least presumably, that was what you were told. All you know is that if you go awhile without a little zap to your neck-bolts you feel severely ill. Dr. Cockroach knew this and had been offering to help you since you've arrived, either with giving you the electricity pick-me-up or finding a cure/alternative for it. You've been managing the electricity predicament on your own with old Jumper Cables and a car battery (provided by General Monger) but recently it hasn't been working for unknown reasons. So the past few days you've felt terrible- literally and metaphorically falling apart. Everyone noticed this but couldn't do anything about it. But drastic times call for drastic measures; so much to your reluctance you decided to ask Dr. Cockroach for help. "Really? Me? My dear, I am honored! Thank you for telling me. Come to my lab and we'll do some tests to get to the bottom of this." With that he scurried off to his lab with a giddy grin, preparing a few things for your arrival.