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Rude's gonna have to work overtime to get out of Light, and Rude just hates having to work really hard. But the "worry" part doesn't start until the quarterfinals, though. This week, his opponent isn't a crafty human, or a demon girl, or anything else potentially threatening. It's a squirrel. A squirrel with a cape. That speaks for itself, as will the quick, crushing beating Rude will lay on it, proving that he was ranked in the wrong division. The only question is if Rude will be sober enough to take the rodent seriously, or if he'll toy with it a bit first.. |
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The heroic and famed leader of the proud squirrel squad makes his first DL appearance! Although he’s among the cutest creatures out there, don’t let that fool you…Mukumuku can pack a pretty rough punch! With his power to jump out of the sky and land on his opponent’s head, he strikes fear into the heart of even the most hardened dueller. He also has the martial-arts skills to intimidate Rude, and if the Turk is not wise enough to flee, Muku will just have to jump on his face. Only then will Rude truly understand the power of a squirrel. |
Sei Mukumuku landed in the arena, his back turned to Rude, and his crimson cape flapping in a manner very reminiscent of a dark, angsty, brooding hero. "Mu!" squeaked the squirrel. "Hello!" translated Badeux, who had been assigned as a judge for this match. "Mu mumu muumuumu!" whispered the sentai hero, as he slowly turned his head to face Rude. "My name is Mukumuku!" uttered the beast talker for those who didn't speak squirrel. "Mu MUMUMUMUMU!!!" shouted the caped crusader, while dramattically pointing an accusing finger at the bald martial artist. "You KILLED MY PARTNER!" repeated Badeaux, eerily mimicking the tone and pitch of the small mammal perfectly. "Mu mu mu mUUUUUUUUUUU~" shrieked the animal star, as he rocketed straight up into the sky, and disappeared in a soft flash of light. "Prepare to dIIIIIIIIIEEEEEE~" finished the old man, as he and the rest of the judges awarded the match to Rude. Retracting his foot, the Turk nodded to the judges and walked away. Rude: 65 |
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