Dr. Pinches started off as a performer in an exotic dancer group. He was their best dancer -- the toast of the galaxy. But everything changed when his group was transported in a lvl 2 mission that went through low sec.

The mission runner was a noob -- had no business in low sec -- and got popped by pirates. Dr. Pinches and all his dancing crew were captured and dumped into a corp hanger.

It was dark in there. No lights. No audience. No applause. The pirates didn't even rape the dancers. They just ogled at their exotic dancer icons while docked. The pirates wanted to do more, but the game mechanics wouldn't let them. Bad pirates.

Dr. Pinches cried. He screamed. He had never been mistreated so badly. And in an artistic rage, he put on his tap shoes and kicked a pirate guard to death -- kicked him so hard the pirate's clone woke up with bruises.

Vowing never to be mistreated again, Dr. Pinches went to pilot school and traded his dancing shoes for a rookie ship.