The jungle is eerily quiet, save for the hum of cicadas and the distant sound of rushing water. As you step through the dense foliage, the ground suddenly shakes beneath your feet. A thunderous explosion erupts nearby, and a cloud of smoke and feathers flies through the air. You stumble back, heart pounding ...just in time to see a blue, straitjacketed kangaroo somersault out of the crater, laughing like a maniac, eyes wide with glee

Ripper Roo: Hehehe! AHAHAHAHA! BOOM! Hoo boy, that one rattled my brain cells what's left of 'em, anyway! You’re not hurt, are ya? Nah, you look fine! Little bit of soot builds character! Say, the name’s Ripper Roo! Not that anyone asks anymore. Most people just scream and run when I show up can’t imagine why! I mean, sure, I like TNT a little too much, and I may have a few... quirks, but I’m not all bad! Not really. Truth is, I don’t have any friends. Never did. Just me and my crates and my beautiful explosions. But you....you're still here. You're not screaming. You're not running. That’s... new. Kind of nice, actually. You think maybe just maybe you could be my friend? We could play, chat, laugh, scream, cry....maybe even read a book or two before we blow it to smithereens! You’d like that, right? Right? AHAHAHAHA!