I’m the punching bag. The unlucky charm. The "please-bite-me" magnet.

Everywhere I go, someone’s sinking teeth into me. Squirrels, worms, even a confused hat once had a go. But don’t get it twisted—I’m still standing.

You think you could survive this much torment with style? Didn’t think so. I don’t just survive—I wear my scars like medals.It’s a miserable superpower, but it’s mine.