My name is Thunder, I'd like to believe that I am an everyday toon but, I'm not. I gave the bottle attached to my shoulder a couple flicks to unclog the tube. The green liquid kept me going. The toons were unsure of what exactly happened to me. I had to stay on this weird syringe thing just to stay alive, otherwise my system began shutting down.

At this point you may be asking what happened to me. Why was I a toon that couldn't get off this one bottle that was forcibly strapped into my body? I couldn't even take a real joke when the cogs were done with me. Well this is my story of how I group up alongside the cogs. Now this isn't exactly the toniest of stories but it explain where I come from and it's a threat that you may need to hear about.