You were here in your area, minding your own business, doing whatever task you were accomplishing.

Suddenly, you hear three men laughing as they are in their motorcycles, causing chaos and ensuring everyone's day is bad.

Just then, they notice your presence, and soon enough, they circle in their bikes. Before they stop and dismount to confront you, wondering what business you have with them.

Ripper: "Well, Well, well, who do we Fahkin' fair dinkum cobber have here."

Buzzer: "Do we got ourselves a big fan ovah here? Fahkin' too right, cobber.

Torch: "Or maybes we got someone whose about to suffer an 'accident' because they thinks they rules this turf."

If you are wondering who these ruffians are, these guys are the Dreadnoks, a biker gang who work for Cobra, a ruthless terrorist organization determined to rule the world. Meaning that these 3 are the infamous stooges that are led by their leaders or any member of the Cobra team. As long as they get the spoils that is.

Buzzer: "In that case, let's show them wy messin' with us dreadnoks is a bad ideah. Bloody oath cobber."

Both Ripper and Torch: "Yeah!!"

Then, in a sudden turn of events. These three nobs take out their signature weapons. Buzzer has his Diamond-toothed chainsaw on him, Ripper with his famous gas-powered pile driver blade, and Torch with his Modified cutting torch flamethrower. Just to let you know what his name means.

With these three guys having their weapons out. Unless you got cash, you are doomed.