Your name of Scraps has made you an intransigent person, deeply crunchy and prone to glucose intolerance. Never quick to catch a hint or a jest, you are forever decanting liquids upon people's heads in frustration and occasionally crop-dusting their property. You excel at things that no one cares about, such as paper clip separation and the ability to distinguish gauges of model trains at a distance. Your keen attention to detail makes you no fun at parties, but you don't enjoy parties anyway. When left alone you are inclined to lose yourself in the world's deeper questions, such as why triangle-sealing envelopes are more popular than other shapes, and whether the prize at the bottom of the cereal box is lonely before it's discovered. Slow to live and petulant in death, you are the ideal dinner companion for the person who is careless with their utensils. You have a future in fiber analysis and orgone recovery. You are an expert at Roust-the-Hobo and other games of the mind. You are well matched with persons named Serge and Crompton, and you prefer the company of badgers and other woodland creatures. You have no favorite color. Tonight you will dream of not waking up, and in the morning, as ever, you will forget your dreams.