Typically a woman, without morals or ethics, tending to dive face-first into any male's crotch without a second thought. Ugly, loud, sometimes
mannish in apearance, receives government paychecks to buy smokes and
grog, which are the
scrubber's main food source.
Mr.
Biggins: Good day to you Mr. Forthingshire,
how goes the hunting?
Mr. Forthingshire: Rather well dear chap. During this morning's hunt, I was fortunate enough to come across a herd of scrubbers.
Mr. Biggins: Oh, very good. I hope you showed those scrubbers a thing or two.
Mr. Forthingshire: That I did dear boy, that I did. One might say the Western district of town is now scrubberless.
Mr. Biggins: Splended old chap! Well,
Marjory is cooking a pot-roast tonight, so I best be off.
Mr. Forthingshire: Toodle-pip!