Steve was manufactured at a discount novelty factory with a severe manufacturing defect: his googly eyes were filled with hyper-caffeinated liquid instead of air. Because of this, he vibrates constantly, giving him a look of perpetual, wide-eyed terror and boundless curiosity.

He was slapped onto the back bumper of a confused accountant's sedan in 2022 and has since stared down aggressive semi-trucks, witnessed three parking lot fender-benders, and developed an existential dread of car washes. He lives for the wind in his gloss-coated face and the thrill of the open highway.