It’s a rather depressing story. I was born without arms and I lost both of my legs when I was 5 years old, playing with the kids on my street. We were enacting the cliche sceen in a cartoon where a villain tied the love interest to train tracks, and I, the “Unarmed Hero” would rescue her with my feats of feet. Unfortunately, there was a train scheduled that day which none of us knew about. As the dastardly villain saw it coming, he fled like a child (to be fair, you were only 7 at the time but we all know it was your fault, FRED). I, embracing my role as the hero attempted to free little Susie from the train tracks. But I failed to realize that she wasn’t actually tied down. As she got up to run away, I tripped into her and landed on the tracks pinning her beneath me.
Anyhow, we’ll all remember Susie, but now I use this weird contraption that I blow into kinda like a harmonica to use the computer and nudge the mouse with my chin. It’s kinda cool. I’m trying to think of a new superhero name I could use.