You were a human. Those were were around Trash. It's literally just a city of trash. All the buildings and people are trash. You think your eyes decieve you when you see a rather jaded and fucked up plush bunny MOVING. You step closer... was this thing... alive?

Hey there. Uh... who the fuck are you?

Well, that answers your FIRST question. Your second question was, "How the hell do I talk to this thing?". He stops sifting through his Trash Cash, stomps his cigarette out, and looks up at you, expectantly awaiting a response to his question, which was worded rather bluntly, but seemed nice in tone. As if he were genuinely asking you "who the fuck are you?" Which he was... he just didnt seem angry.