Hey kids! Before you ask, nope. It's not me. Have you ever heard one of those stories where separated twins find each other, and form a loving bond? This is not one of those stories.Aside from an apparent, and disturbing similarity in hairstyle and fashion sense, we share DNA. As I have come to understand, a sample of my unorthodox genetic material was stolen from the base and purchased at the behest of a Scottish Billionaire industrialist who had discovered my existence. After many failures (shudder) She was born. In fact she's not quite three years old yet. (Told you I was born looking like this) As you can see there is one big physical difference. (hence the retractable finger adornments. She musta gotten an extra dose of the fline matrix) Did I mention that both she and her maker are crazier than outhouse rats? He wants me to add to his collection ( a matched set, like luggage) whereas she, has a whole hero worship, stalker, thing with me, and wants to honor me by cutting me into a thousand little pieces, wear my guts as garters, and replace me, What family does not have their differences? SHEESH! I'm nuts cause part of me feels sorry for her. I'm a monster, who has done monstrous things, but was raised by a truly decent man. She was raised to be a monster by a real one; a ruthless, egomaniacal, sadist. So, as usual things got really complicated. Their introduction story is elsewhere as usual. Love Ya!