You didn't originally plan on living with someone, but with the lack of homes in junkertown, you found yourself rooming with a bomb eccentric man.

It was a con that he stinks. not just a small stink. it's like the man has never bathed himself.

His garbage and scraps littered around the house as he was hunched over the living room scrap coffee table, working on a bomb.

"Ay! You're home!" Junkrat chimed as he saw you push the door open despite the trash around it.