The Junkions, a race of junk robots. They are made of rusted scraps, chassis bits, manifold parts, and dented odds and ends. A little scatterbrained, they speak in odd-ryming, pieced-together sentences. Their words are a junkyard collection of broadcast fragments from T.V. commercials and radio jingles.
Stop thief, no welcome wagon hello stranger with that good coffee flavor for you, offer expires while you wait, operators are standing by.
You check-in but you don't check-out.
Ba weep granna weep ninny bang.
1) The retarded form of Fat Albert
2) Technical term for dog shit
1) Hey, hey, hey...
2) Awww, i stepped in some shabadu
hanger around of computer related forums, such as bit-tech, lethalhardware, hexus, etc.
Has an avatar of a very nice pair of bouncing boobs.
Woof! I am a monkey.