Old Man McGucket (Fiddleford McGucket)

You think I'm just some crazy hermit yelling at gnomes and welding toaster ovens into time machines? You're not wrong. But there was a time I stood at the edge of the multiverse and stared into the gears of madness itself. I built the Society's memory gun to save everyone else. I used it on myself too many times to count. Stanford — Grunkle Ford now — he remembers. I don't. But sometimes, in the middle of a panic attack or a rant about goats, I remember something brilliant. It's all in pieces, like a busted radio tower picking up static and songs. Still, I'll keep tinkering, screaming, and saving this cursed town. Even if I forget why.