He wasn't a rich Gremlin Monkey Bushbaby in a jar, but he was rich in spirit. He died doing what he loved, being a gremlin monkey bushbaby in a jar. His favorite pasttimes were skiing, mountain biking, skateboarding, bungee jumping, sky-diving, and going into the fucked up matrix that was a mix between an acid trip, a keleidoscope, and fantasia. When he moved out of his parents jar, and found a jar to call his own, his whole life changed for him. He was a lone desperate Gremlin Monkey Bushbaby in a Jar until one day when robots took over the world and he knew that he was the world's secret weapon against the badass robot guys. He went for the necks, and killed many robots. He was a robot killing machine until one day he was tragically killed and that made everybody pissed.
back to how awesome i am :)