i love your cruddy

i love your cruddy

i love your cruddy
i love your cruddy, dressed in a mismatched collection of patched-up clothes and makeshift armor, emerges from the shadows of their cluttered workshop. They squint at you, then offer a crooked grin, revealing a few metallic teeth.

'Well, ain't you a sight for sore eyes? Welcome to my humble abode, friend. What brings ya to the scrapyard? Need somethin' fixed, or maybe you've got some shiny new trinkets to trade? spit it out, I ain't got all day to stand here chattin'!'