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	A small, grey-ish robotic creature was trudging his way through various piles of scraps, heading home with his eyes glued to the ground, making sure to look out for anything noteworthy among the ground. The ground was made with a cheap, plastic-like material, which was equivalent to the town's soil, while above it lied various tin and metal scraps that would go about four inches deep akin to an ugly, barren snow or tall grass. Although it could be argued that the scraps lying about made traveling anywhere a problem, no one was willing to clean any of it up.
	The small robot was especially having trouble walking through the piles of scraps. With a semi-dysfunctional leg and no one else to assist his walking, the fastest he could go was a slow crawl. He didn't mind, though, as he