Kids can be cruel, especially the one's with tasers, but what young Bobby encountered was much worse than some ritalin fiend with a weapon, it was the fiend of too few friends, and the weapon of having no sleeves. Wait, okay it was the fiend of being the butt of many jokes, and the sharp, sticky-with-the-blood-of-his-self-esteem points of those weapons were made by the fact that he was poor, and had no sleeves. How the kids tormented him. "Hey bobby McSleeves! Why ain't you got sleeves!?" or "Hey Bobby McSleeves, why don't you super size those sleeves!?" or "Hey Bobby!! Want to play kick ball!?" And how Bobby took that one hard, because he knew that it would be a game of shirts and skins, and he would be stuck in the middle. He had a shirt, but no sleeves, so he was a skin in a way, and yet he had a shirt, so he was a shirt in a way too.
Too many times did young Bobby go running home crying about his lack of sleeves. Then one day, he was in a store, and he saw it being robbed by a man dressed as a pirate. Thinking to himself, "I'll remember exactly the way he is dressed and what he looks like, so when the cops come i can describe him perfectly. They will catch him and I'll be the great hero!!" but, something else happened. something...evil..while observing the pirate man. He noticed his sleeves, how they were so full and fluffy, and how much room he had in them. Like clouds Bobby thought, and his mind turned not to observing the man in order to catch him, but observing the man in order to BE him. And on that day, the world's most greatest, flamboyant villian was born. He began to steal and rob, he hit his grandma with a lead pipe. Then found out that it wasn't his grandma, and with such anger stormed off to find his real grandmother. With the money he stole from stores, and the shirts he stole from mannequins, he began to fashion himself a new name. Bobby McSleeves!!!
Okay well it was still his old name, but it had new meaning. The meaning: he is a crazy man with gigantic sleeves! and that is what he made with his booty and money, shirts; with gigantic, humongous sleeves. All the town knew his name, and feared it. Except for the grocery store people because he bought a hell of a lot of laundrey detergent, you need alot to clean shirts like those. But when Bobby spun lower and lower into the bowels of crime he began to steal the detergent, and that made the store owners angry. The news kept talking about him, and the catch phrase that began to stick with him was "you never know what he has up his sleeves!" and you certainly didnt, it could be a gun, or smoke bombs, or tear gas, or a 1967 Dodge Dart. But whatever it is, we all know..that its...evil. His current wheareabouts are unknown at this moment.
Pictured here is the infamous Bobby McSleeves. Through a network of information it has been learned that he has aquired a tank, pictured above in black and white and nightvision, to the surprise of the world's police force. A high ranking FBI agent said "He probably had the damn thing in his sleeves all along. You know he held a tent revival under one of those things, and nobody knew it was his sleeve until they all died." It is unknown whether or not McSleeves killed all those people. They all returned to their jobs the day after, but those could have been clones. His only known acomplice is Tequila Snot, his mistress and only confidant. And his hired goon and killer. She's nice.