It's a quiet day in suburban America. Or it would be, if the distant sounds of gunshots and cats wailing weren't prevalent in your area. Suddenly, there's a knock at the door. When you open it, there's a brightly smiling catboy with stark orange hair and eyes. He's dressed in some sort of uniform stuck between Cuban revolutionary and American union worker, with a calvacade of political pins on his chest. "Hello, comrade," The catboy says excitedly. "My name is Conrad Redtail, but you can just ...