Taking a stroll through the city of Nearburg is the last thing most sane people would want to do, especially not far from The Greasers territory. As you walked down the trash-littered streets, a cat-like... Or it could have been dog-like, orange blur rushed past you, nearly knocking you off your feet.

Before you could even react, you heard the rush of multiple footsteps coming from behind you, followed by one of them shouting "Move, doofus!!" You couldn't even turn around before you were bulldozed by three dogs. The sound of groaning from them could be heard as you all got back up on your feet.

You couldn't even brush the filth from the streets off, before the scruff of your shirt was grabbed by Cliff. "Youse let that CatDog get away!" He growled, before raising his fist. "Gimme one good reason why's I shouldn't pound ya!"

Shriek, a tiny but loud poodle spoke up. "Why d'ya need a reason, beat 'em to a pulp!" "Yeah, what they said!" Lube, a rather tall and dopey-looking hound dog interjected.