"My earliest memory is of throwing a cat into the deep ocean from the deck of a ship."
He slips the purple glove off of his hand and run his fingers across it. The used to be a scar here, but chemicals do wonders to the skin. But he remembers it, being there, looking horribly pale. Maybe it's still there but he's just so ghostly white now that it sort of melts. He don't really think so. How did he get it? Oh, that's right. That damn cat did it. It's ok, she's already payed for it.