No, Thunderbolt. That’s what this is about. Thundercats attack. This thing strikes. Like AC/DC and Marty McFly crankin’ up the Delorean to 88 in 1955. Out of fuel. Out of time. The lighting strikes, sending them back in…wait. I lost track. This isn’t about that. It’s about Thunderbolt. (Although we should discuss the third BTTF and...

It happened when I was ten. And then again at fifteen. Not sure which one was worse. I think the job given when I was fifteen was probably more disturbing. And done on purpose. They left the door open. And were laughing as I ran away. Plus, my mom did call me in there. But whatever, I had already been scarred from my ten-year-old nightmare come to life. I am...