Robbie Ftorek: I can't let you do that. And... hey! Your second looks familiar... who is he?

Mallethead: (Psst... Nobody...)

BoxJam: Oh, Mallethead? You'll meet his head-smashing skills soon enough...

Robbie Ftorek: Mallethead! Sacre bleu! Has it come to this?

BoxJam: Come to what?

Robbie Ftorek: An ancient Nordiques prophecy tells that one day we'd have to defeat a lost brother to honor our love for our country...

BoxJam: Hardcore...

Robbie Ftorek: Tell me about it... The propecy rhymes "enamored much" with "hammer-led putsch"...