She lives in a pineapple under the sea. No wait. That’s the abominable snowman.
The Jawavillager lives in Jawaville, a tiny village located in a secluded valley in the land of Jawaworld. No one knows its location. Not the FBI, not the CSI and not even the FYI.
Every morning our little jawavillager wakes up at the crack of dawn in her little thatched-roof hut and goes to the nearby river to draw water. After that, having completed her daily quota of chores, she recedes into the recesses of her hut, where she spend the rest of the day and a large part of the night with her face inches away from the computer screen, watching movies and dramas to her hearts content, and religiously updating her Facebook status. Thus she whiles away her nights and days, the jawavillager.