Robo Scraplets are sneaky. Like little metallic leeches they attached themselves to the Time Machine and tricked their way to present day, happier with the pace of life it offers. They've each undertaken the task of choosing their own names with vigour, immersing their daft little selves in the popular culture of the last thirty years.
"Bill Dithers, -242, New Jack City. One would assume that Bill would have the voice of an angel. He hasn't. He sounds fucking awful. What he has got is a bloody terrible memory. His gas bill was last paid in March 2016, and that was an accident due to a subletting scenario. Wine was drunk, a cigar may have been smoked, and then the lodger paid the outstanding amount when Bill was off on his travels in the future. He'd forgotten where he lived by the time he came back, so he's been stuck in the Scraplet Compound ever since, trying desperately to remember the lodgers name and his own address."
Reclaimed wood robot figure and desk buddy (Scraplet), handmade by me, the Chief Scrapleteer.
There's a whole cast of fun (and insane) Scraplet characters available in my Etsy store and on www.scraplets.co.uk. Take a look at @scraplets on Instagram for daily Scraplet updates and enter their magical world, listen to their favourite music and get some terrific life advice.
£4 UK P&P across the board for up to 2KG of Scraplets. That’s Royal Mail 2nd class parcel service for you, and the cost of a cardboard box. You might as well buy a family of them given the postage situation...
NB - Scraplets are NOT toys for children, to be honest. They're wood decor. Put simply, they're not really suitable for unsupervised use by children - they've got nails and screws sticking out of them. Common sense and vigilance is advised at all times.
Viva le Scraplets!