A child protege by any stretch of the word, Gunner's childhood consisted of piano recitals, solo violin performances, and accordian lessons to boot. Indeed, Weird Al ain't got shit on our Gunner when it comes to having experienced an opressed childhood.

Having said that, Gunner came into his own while having his cherry taken by the neighborhood babysitter who just happened to be a very attractive young lady (if not a little messed up due to an emergency frontal lobotomy that's far too long a story to get into here).

Shortly thereafter, dear Gunner became unusually attached to his organ. Indeed, it brought the young man great pleasure. So much so, he persued it with the passion reserved for only the purest of artistes. And, just as any true artist would do, he went into character by immersing himself within the netherworld of debauchery and sin that is commonly known as peeler bars.

Under the guise of creative research, he gained employment as a DJ and proceeded to pilage the stock of his new found trade. In short, he was perfect for the Punter gang and it wasn't long before he was duly elected as our defacto prima-facie pussy inspector.

Um... did I mention that he plays a mean piano?

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