[He blinks, trying not to feel nauseous at the sight of a rabbit screwing his own arm in.]

Right. So... my story. Basically, I start out as a guy living at a stump. I'm not actually in the stump, of course, cause look at the size of me! No, I rest against it. It's my home. But then? These people move the stump over to a junkyard to build this fancy building. So I live in garbage, and my jealousy motivates me to... wreck the building. This is how bad guys are born, Ozzie.