I should like to make it quite clear that I was only serving one sentence during the period I posted my last comment.

Once a world-renouned neurosurgeon, he slowly lost touch with reality after his meeting with Simons Mith (q.v.) His subsequent animation of the formerly-BT AI led to his near-complete loss of sanity. The hospital in Aberdeen from which he practiced released him and, in an attempt to protect their reputation, claimed his insanity was caused by syphilis.
Yer Mom's ability to exert his will upon small animals was heavily exploited under the puppetry of Simons. Horrible evidence of Simons' control over Yer Mom (and hence the control of the badgers) can be found here.
Yer Mom finally broke free of Simons Mith's reach recently. Thought to be in hiding, he has been purported to briefly reside everywhere from Njarðvík to Macquarie Island However, wherever he tries to go, he is under the constant fear that Simons Mith will meet him there. He better have an army of wallabys ready.

Picture credits: 1. Mr Wild Pants. 2. Raak. 3. matt.

Rosie is another newcomer to this site. Just like a fuscia, he is bearded, but unlike his namesake he is not particularly sweet smelling. The combination of facial hair, trombones and Real Ale mixed with pubs, bands, jazz and cigarettes have left him in circumstances which, like Mr Einstein, demands expansion without an imaginary constant. He can be quite obtuse (i.e. blunt) whilst at the same time being acute (i.e. sharp). A man, which he is, who should be welcomed into the bosom of MC⁵ with open arms - but at the same time with an awareness that he is fast on the buzzer, his feet and with wit. Of course, coming from darn sarf, one must always take him with a bit of NaCl.