It was late in the afternoon when a scraggly Bobby Joe emerged from the Hockchaw County Dump, rubbing his eyes and picking trash from his clothes: Bobby Joe
(mutters to self), "... oh, my brain... it hurts.. oooow, how the fuck did I end up here?"
He was coming off a week long bender at the "home" of his renegade half cousin, Johnny Fok. Johnny made the most potent moonshine ever known to Hockchaw County. Why, at least half of the entire Fok clan was wiped out by exploding jugs, not to mention stills! Also, all the women had blouses exploding with a different kind of jugs.

Bobby Joe was taking a taste o' one of them thar jugs when Johnny Fok's main still lit up like Candlestick Park hit by a phosphorous bomb.

The concussion of the blast knocked Bobby Joe 1/2 mile to the Hockchaw County Dump, burying him deep within the recesses of a garbage mountain, collected from an amusement park.

He dug his way out,
and that's where our story begins...