"You run with any bike gangs, or just like that bad boy look?" (Patreon)

"Bumper, that is some sick... swag you have there, yes. But what about the question that was asked?"

Bumper: "Uh... Heh.I mean, I used to be in a bike gang! Nowadays I'm more of a lone rider, you know? I'm not just doing all this stuff for show! I mean, you saw my entrance – that was FIRE! I'm a pro at this stuff, by now! (Okay, maybe "pro" is pushing it a little...)"

"What gang were you in? Why did you leave?"

Bumper: "I told you! The Tone-Deaths!I left because... I dunno. I didn't gel with the other guys as well as I thought. Bikers are all talk and being all... in-your-face showy. I'll go ahead and say it, some bikers suck! You know, I think REAL bikers have honour... They can be badass, but they're not thugs.So yeah, I'm doing that bit of soul-searching on my own for now. I think every self-respecting guy owes it to himself to think about this... this role, y'know."

"Why are you still wearing that jacket if you're not in this gang anymore?"

Bumper: "Bro, what's with all the nosy questions? I just like my jacket! Decent jackets my size are super hard to find!Besides, they probably disbanded by now! What's keeping me from wearing a jacket of a gang that doesn't exist anymore? Sheesh..."