Little Captnapalm had a purpose in life. He was born a troublemaker. The Elder
tried to raise him with discipline and even sent him to boy scouts. Instead
lil' Captnapalm studied the Art of Disorienteering and the Science of
Confusion. Favourite mischief he had was to harass people with nonsense and
simple ditties. There was nothing more rewarding than to see poor old people's
focus break when they couldn't get some stupid melody or a meaningless whistle
out of their heads.