Having been created with one leg slightly shorter than the other, Kevin learned early on in life that the Death Star environment might not be the most conducive to a fulfilling and happy existence. When the Imperial Medical Offices finally diagnosed him with a rare form of Stormtrooper Polio, he was forced to accept the fact that he'd never reach his full potential in his current line of work. The higher-ups forced him out on disability - confused, yet knowing he didn't want to be where he wasn't appreciated, Kevin packed his bags and began a quest to travel the world and discover galaxies beyond his own.
He began his travels by visiting a beach in Tahiti. He enjoyed it immensely, though soon grew restless and decided to try something new, however, due to his limited mental capacity and inability to recognize that "Laguna Beach Resort" was just one hotel and not 3 individual spots (as he believed them to be - Laguna, Beach, and Resort), he continued booking and re-booking himself into the same suite.
Eventually Kevin became lonely and longed for the companionship he'd had with his fellow Stormtroopers. He began sending out postcards to his friends and family, hoping to persuade someone to join him in his travels, but was discouraged when he received not a single reply. It wasn't until a postcard, sent to his cousin Scott, was returned to him, that he discovered the Death Star had been destroyed. Heartbroken and alone, Kevin took to drinking. He spent his nights wandering the beach in a stupor, often times tunelessly humming "We're a Couple of Misfits," from his favorite Rudolph and Frosty holiday special.
One night, after a nasty encounter with a shot of Jack Daniels, Kevin passed out along the shore. Several days later, he awoke to the sound of a nasal, though harmonious, hum and a familiar tune. A squat, red-hatted fellow was sitting on a rock nearby - humming the very same tune Kevin had been humming just a few evenings earlier.
Excited by the prospect of someone who might actually understand him - possibly even be his friend, Kevin dragged himself away from the shore and stumbled toward the mysterious stranger on the rock. He introduced himself and learned that the fellow was a traveling garden gnome by the name of Cedric McTart - "but you can just call me McTart" said the gnome. Kevin felt an instant connection and took a seat on the rock beside his new friend.
They formed a fast bond - or what McTart refers to as "minor tolerance," and became traveling buddies... mostly because Kevin books the same hotels... and flights as McTart... not matter how well McTart tries to keep his itinerary hidden.
Kevin has begun to document their travels in this album. He hopes to one day sell their story to a major Hollywood studio, so that the world might know his tale.
