I'm calling him "Sinchi Sacki"...thus the "hefty hefty cinch sack" he lives in. I can't really reveal who he really is, for he's a ninja and ninjas don't like that shit. But moreover I don't want to reveal too much about what we're doing. Just know that he hides out in the alleys disguised as a trash bag. Newspapers rubber-banded to his feet for sneaking around...throws soup can lids like ninja stars...maybe he's silent, maybe he's whiney. Kind of like oscar the grouch meets someguy who is malnourished and wished he were Jacki Chan.
