"We weren't always like this...the guy that runs this dump caught us scrounging around and said something about needing some new junkyard dogs to help guard the place. Don't really remember how we felt about it...he was laughing, and we were looking up at him, and since then things have been a bit fuzzy. But a good fuzzy. Anyway, it's started to get dull and we could use a third, so you're staying right here until Master gets back."