she doesn’t really live anywhere. she more or less wanders around like a hermit. she’s most likely to be found in the dumpster, preferably the roomiest ones.

speaking of dumpsters, she frequently roots around in them (often with the hopes of finding something to “spruce up”), including the one belonging to mung daal’s catering. shnitzel has to chase her off like she’s a raccoon.

she knows just about everyone in town, but only remarks the weird stuff about them.

she considers herself a casanova, but doesn’t actually have much luck with the ladies. probably because she’s always shooting too far above her age range.

she’s always accompanied by smooth jazz.

she’s exceedingly crafty - her street smarts grant her intimate knowledge of all the town’s various nooks and crannies. she’s an asset you’d wanna keep around if you need someone to pick a lock or two.

she hangs out a lot with corned beef hash and frequently ends up doing his dirty work.

she’ll insist on giving life advice, but she’s usually depressing and ribald about it

she’s half capuccino monkey, half spider roll monkey

her age is ambiguous. she’s at LEAST 25, though.

she’s a college dropout.

she’s often either drunk or hungover.

her short term memory is crystal clear, much like that of a chimpanzee, but this is sometimes dampened by her inebriated state

she’s very, very sad. and lonely. but she’s got such a funny way of talkin you hardly notice.

she has a thick boston accent, and a few possible voice claims for her are rosie o’donnell, paula poundstone, and candi milo.

she eats bluenanas like this