Hey there. The name's Wookie. I'm just a regular guy who just happens to have had a bit of a growth spurt in my primary years, is all. Why it happened is beyond me, but if ya look underneath the hairy and stocky exterior, you've got yourself a swell guy.
I always had a love for cooking and the beach. But due to my massive amount of body hair, I could never enjoy it due to the stares and whatnot, so I went to cooking. My family and friends loved the food I made, so much in fact they dubbed me "Iron Chef Wookie". It stuck like gum on my leg, lemme tell ya. And lemme tell ya, gum on my leg is hell to get off.
When Cook called me and told me if I wanted in on the show business thing, I was all "Hell yeah!" and such. I could be on TV and show all my family back home. So I went and tagged alongside him. Lemme tell ya, the reception I received from the rest of the staff cut deep in my heart.
"Ew, this guy needs a bath!"
"He needs a shave."
"Are you even human?"
Now, not all of them were bad, mind you. Just a few of 'em I had some bones to pick at. But like any big family, we all pull together and grow stronger with one another. And I wouldn't trade this dysfunctional family for the world, mine and the Single Fragment family included.
Now if they'll only eat my damn food.