In a flash I was sent back, to the moment where it all began, psychically traveling to a gloomy Saturday afternoon in 1988.

I was sitting on the orange velvet couch watching “Catteries Not Included,” when suddenly, an arousingly confident Gadget Hackwrench appeared and asked for my help fixing the ever-beleaguered Screaming Eagle. I don’t know, I acquiesced. And as I handed her the hog ring pliers, her fuzzy digits grazed mine, and in that moment, truly, I was wooooke.