Chab Sinak

Born and raised in Ashab, My previous life consisted of moving scrap from one place to another. I was perfectly happy, had a fake furrier (basically a poor disguised dog), had a big levi-truck (rented) and was one of the few people that could drink a Quafe in one sip in less than 0.5sec (ask me for a video). I had a good life.

But then everything went south... First I won the planetary lottery, I didn't participate, I didn't want to participate but I won either way. The prize was a fully fonctionnal impairor. Due to envy and greed I lost all my friend (= Barrack, my fake furrier) and was forced to quit my job because the renting prize of levi-truck went up since I was so rich for having a impairor... Then I had an argument at a local bar, apparently Quafe and Queef is not the same thing and things got so heated that the local town council issued a plantary baning measure against which was passed unanimously (you don't joke about Quafe around here apparently).

I still love scrap.