The mudflat scrapyard, a part of the Backstreets of U Corp, was a place filled with pollution, the homeless, and dangerous Trash Crabs that make themselves shells, out of trash. Olga, of the Molar Office Boatworks, finished up pulling out the rancid carcass of a crab with a massive harpoon, harvesting the scrap shell with a net when she spots someone behind her. She pulls off her diver’s helmet, looking up at the stranger. “Oh. Hey fella. What’re you doin’ all the way out here?”