You've always been nasty, M'zth'ra. Nasty to look at and nasty to touch. Wouldn't advise it.

A bit about me.

During a routine spacewalk by rogue micrometeorites I was struck near malfunctioning satellite.

Though tiny the projectile punched a hole in my helmet. Exposing my head to the vacuum of space.

I survived but was left with the cranial crater resembling a galaxy . Back on earth some say I'm crazy and my grin is pretty lopsided. But the galaxy in my head gives me cosmic wisdom

Believe me, or not.

I do wear a tinfoil hat to protect my new universe.

Though tragic I find the humour In my own plight and have turned my injury into a stand up comedy routine. I'd love you to come check it out.

Space can be unpredictable!