Bubbles

Julian and Ricky are my best friends and my conscience, Im known for my hoarse voice and coke-bottle glasses. Abandoned as a child, Ive lived in a shed for 18 years of my life with my cats, who are my only family. I have made a living in the meantime by the generosity of my friends and a semi-lucrative shopping cart theft scam ( its re-marketing) with the nearby malls. An animal lover, I make the ballooning population of stray cats my own responsibility, feeding and looking after them. My name comes from his childhood love of blowing bubbles. My parents abandoned me on Christmas Eve, leaving an explanatory note and an antique bubblemaking machine (a "1967 Electro-bubble"), which I use to entertain my cats. Sadly, the machine was destroyed when the shed caught fire (the result of a poor wiring job by Ricky, Cory, and Trevor, who were trying to use it as a temporary home for Ricky's grow-op). I was abandoned by my parents and raised by Julian's foster parents for my own safety due to my parents being hunted down for his father's gambling debts. My evil alter-ego is a ventriloquist dummy named Conky. We pair bear a striking resemblance. I love professional wrestling and even dresses up as my own character, "The Green Bastard." I also drive a go-cart while wearing a CCM hockey helmet and make expert use of the word cocksucker. I have been said to be the "Moral center" of the group, in that I represent the purity and innocence that the other tenants seem to lack. My perspectives are often rooted in the ideals of staying out of trouble, and helping the meek, illustrated by my love for kitties. Surprisingly, whenever the cops swoop into the trailer park to bust one of my boys' operations, I usually manage to avoid getting arrested or nailed by the police, at least until I was arrested by Officer George Green, but that’s another story.