One dimension, two dimensions, three dimensions, seven. Oops, maybe that was a mistake. Maybe opening an extra dimension on your way through the wormhole has caused a slight issue. Oh well, too late now. In your spare time you compose piano music in the cowpunk genre. Even though you're smart, you're still a kid and enjoy movies about yetis and triathlon. You do part time work for The Plunderers because they offered you a near unlimited supply of saké.