Grubby: Hey to whoever is reading this. (Wow, I never knew I had fans!) This is my autobiography here you're seeing right now. So sit back and don't fall asleep of course, and read this!

Name: Grubby (the king) Hammer Bro.
Age: 48 in Koopa years. Wow, am I really that old?!
Notable Appearances: Vyucs's Interviews, Fun Fiction, and hopefully future Scribble.
First Appearance: VYUCS AND GRUBBY interview WARIO.
Birthplace: In the mountains of Kalimari Desert.
Height: 2.7 feet tall.
Weight: 102 pounds! Dang, who knew?
Interests: Hard rock training, mountain life, and ClawdiaAA- Eerr, Clawdaddy, yeah! ... Of course...
Unsightly Things: Cheese Man and most dang humans.
Favorite Food: Beef stew, I love protein.
Least Favorite Food: Anything that is raw. Bleah...
Favorite School Subject: Gym, the only time I could build muscle.
Friends: Toadmon JR, Vyucs, Luigi, and *gulp* Cheese Man...
Enemies: Bowser and his fleet, I hate him.
Appearance: A skinny Hammer Bro. with a shell a tad bit oversized. I wear a green top-hat instead of a helmet and hold a hammer all the time.

I was born in the mountains of Kalimari Desert, but my mother was sent to work and my grandpappy took care of me for my whole childhood. I was taught how to hold a hammer right and how to throw efficiently. He also led me into training the hammer art, remember those two words. Later on, when I was 14 in Koopa years, we both were abducted by Bowser. My grandpappy was forced to do kitchen duty, and I was forced to play with the Koopalings (augh, terrible). My grandpappy was killed because of his slowness in the kitchen and I escaped Bowser's Keep that same night when it happened. I hated the Koopas even worse then, and hated myself for being one of them! Although I must admit that I still dig Bowser's WifFF- Eerr, life! Yeah, I mean it must be cool being able to control an army of Koopas, yeah! I escaped Bowser and joined the Mario Bros. and now I have a hard time figuring out who's worse! (By the by, I call Mario "Cheese Man" for his weird obsession with cheese.) But I still practice my work everyday, and I still owe Bowser a hammer in the face.


So was it great or was it great? There's my autobiography, and by the way, you can punch Larry in the face for doing this. No, seriously, PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE!!! All right, if you respect him that much… So now you can go... Leave! ... It's over... Stop reading! ... I'M SERIOUS!!! ... (And so forth) ... ...