The Diesel Sand Train roared down the remains of the U.S. Highway 666, piloted by a warty green-skinned mutant named Crunchsnap. A name given to himself taken from his favorite sound he's heard while munching on bones. He was freighting precious radioactive Hot Sauce to the only remaining Taco Hell in the desert. A gang of Rusty Ironhead bikers close up behind him with the intention of taking the load. Crunchsnap lights a stick of dynamite, then lights his cigar with the fuse and admires the aroma of it's burn. He tosses the stick out of his window with such skill or luck, it stuck in the helmet of one of the bikers. It explodes, taking out the entire gang. Crunchsnap thinks of home.