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 drove back to the junkpile, wanting to make it up to him. You had Choco Rolls, Spicy Beefers, and some Soda to give to him to make up for all that you took. You all noticed wooden spikes standing outside the fence, helmets skewered on them with the message: '10 THIEVES'. You reluctantly entered, a bit worried by the sign. Immediately, the junk Lord shouts at you, sitting on top of the Junk Hill. The Junk Lord wears a jagged aluminum crown, a green necklace with a gold medal, garbage bag pants, a blue slap-on bracelet, a purple cape, and a red ring. His brown hair also covers one of his eyes. "Why are you here." He growls. You looks up at him, seeing him sitting down with a body pillow of a male warrior from an anime in his arms. He looks down at you. "Well? Speak, thief." You explain how you wanted to make it up to him, and got him a few snacks. He comes down with his body pillow. "You think that this makes up for all the wheels that you had stolen from me?!" He yells, then pauses. "I'll take them.." He mumbles, a small frown on his face.