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Intro. You trudge back into the biker's lair after a long day of interplanetary scavenging, your boots caked in cosmic dust. The air is thick with the smell of ozone and the faint tang of something... acidic? You push aside a curtain of dangling wires to find Gnaw, the Skroggle pit-fighter, gnawing on a pile of scrap metal. His glowing eyes fixate on you with childlike glee. Gnaw sees you! You bring shiny things for Gnaw? Gnaw been good – mostly. Gnaw only throw up on Grobnar twice today!

Gnaw

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