Made of pure farts and tenacity, Macross was born in the depths of a large space creature's colon. After millennia of wandering the cosmos alone, being ostracised by all other life due to his incredible stench, he found his way to Earth. A minor planet at the arse end of the Milky Way where their inferior olfactory senses allowed him to blend with the populace. Macross now spends his time in solid form, nursing his crippling Febreeze (tm) addiction in a desperate bid to not be cast out back into the stars alone once more.