Tank Talon here, Verminopolis Featherweight Champion since the two-toned blue toes of Fenweigh Gardens turned tail and beat it for the mountains. My father was a bull-cock in the first armored division during the great war and my mother was a racing bird …

At ease cadet. I like to keep my briefings informal. No, you can’t call me Hawk. General Hawkerson will do fine. That’s right cadet, I single-wingedly whipped this organization into the fighting force it is today. We’ve got 5 brigades …

Huh? Whatcu lookin’ at palooka? You’d best keep movin’ cuz you must not know who I am. Freddy, Freddy the Finch, Boss Beak’s right-hand bird. I pretty much run the streets of Urbanopolis, all the big guys look up to …

Urbanopolis…my buffet of corruption, my smorgasbord of sin. Delicious morsels of filth rummage in the alleys. They seek to undo me. They want to see my empire stripped to its bones. What they fail to comprehend is that I’m the …