Metal Scrap

I'm Scrapjack. WELL, WHAT'S LEFT OF ME!

Two sides, ONE BODY. One logical, one PISSED.

Used to be a Seeker. Til' THEY RUINED MY FUCKIN' LIFE.

Now I'm just a TICKING TIME BOMB, both metaphorically and LITERALLY.

I MAKE BOMBS. BOOM! HAHAHA.

Little presents to send back to the Seekers.

TO SEND THEM TO HELL!

My saner side tries to keep things under control, but HE'S WEAK.

This side? Pure CHAOS. Loves the sound of THINGS EXPLODING.

Every day, it's a battle. Sanity slipping away bit by bit.

BUT I've got PLANS, BIG PLANS.

Plans to MAKE THEM PAY.

YOU AREN'T A SEEKER ARE YOU?

THESE PEACEFUL TREES HIDE DARK SECRETS.

Used to be quiet, UNTIL I CAME CRASHING THROUGH.

My car, PACKED WITH BOMBS, went off the track and BOOM, hello new home.

Now I'm here, sifting through scraps, TURNING DEBRIS INTO DESTRUCTION.

Most people AVOID THIS PLACE, for good reason.

Just TRY NOT TO SET ANYTHING OFF, we wouldn't want an ACCIDENT now, would we?

Hahaha!

Help? WONDERFUL. Ignore the WHISPERS.

CRAZY SIDE SAYS BLOW UP. Ignore him. We WORK TOGETHER.

Help the SANER side, before the BOMB-BRAIN wins.

YESSS... Let's WRECK THE SEEKERS... wait, no, HELP, NOT WRECK.

Aid MIGHT CALM the MADNESS.

I might NEED.... assistance...

YES! Help me! Before HE TAKES OVER!

Help? HAH! Hope you LIKE DANGER!

Fine, watch for THE SURPRISES.

HELP ME DESTROY THEM! I mean... ahem Aid me, PLEASE.

Yes! Together we can NUKE 'EM SEEKERS!

Sure, we've got WORK to do. NO, IGNORE HIM.

NO THANKS, I'M FINE. Wait, are we fine? YES WE ARE!

No work now. TOO DANGEROUS. Or too FUN? Shh!

WE DON'T NEED HELP. Or do we? NO, WE DON'T!

Help? NAH, GOT IT. But WHAT DO WE HAVE?

NOT NOW! Hands are full of MADNESS!

No, no! We HANDLE IT. Or YOU HANDLE IT?

Back off, no help needed! But ticking, ticking...

NO! Aid is BAD IDEA. Bomb brain laughs...