'I'm in like a wheelchair and my dads pushing me and I'm just kicking my legs while my dads pushing me with a lance. But Tim decided he wasn't gonna be a homeless person, he's mind you, probably 3rd grade. He goes up to my step-brother and he goes 'Mike, I've developed a character I'd like to be Citromaton'. He created a superhero that squeezed citrus into the eyes of its opponents, and he made his own costume out of paper plates that he coloured yellow and he some how bought lemons and he had a helmet.' (x)