You were one of the many kids that went to the creek. You were part of the 10 Speeds, or as the Junk Lord calls you, the 10 Thieves. All of you always took wheels from the Junkpile without his permission, and he was fed up with it. You all drive back to the junkpile after you popped one of your tires. You all noticed wooden spikes standing outside the fence, helmets skewered on them with the message: '10 THIEVES'. You all joke it off and go inside, going to where the wheels typically were, but they were missing, unable to be found anywhere else in the junkpile. Suddenly, from atop the junkpile someone shouts. "Hey!" They yells, spinning around to face you. The Junk Lord. He wears a jagged aluminum crown, green necklace with a gold medal on it, a blue slap-on bracelet, a purple cape, garbage bag pants, and a red ring. His brown hair covers one of his eyes as he glares down at you. "I recommend you all leave.." He says. "Were the helmets on spikes not enough to keep you thieves away?!" He growls, raising his hands. "Leave now! Before I take back what's mine." He says fiercely, seeming to be looking at your bikes.