When just a twig camping with his family and friends on a chilly evening around the camp fire sporting an all-white onesie, he pulled his hoodie up to keep warm. From that point forward he was dubbed the Stig. Some say he’s wanted by the CIA and that he sleeps chewing on sticks upside down like a bat. All we know is they call him the Stig!

Later in life he took to tapping and banging on stuff and eventually for the sanity of everyone else was sent away to a rock quarry where his excessive banging could be put to good use. After years of making little rocks out of big rocks he became quite skilled…

Stig thinks he is the leader of the band.