Closer looks at the Runaway Puppoplasm, Mushed Duck, and Mighty CrocoDIRE 7.

I am the lord of all the transients, miscreants, vermin, and garbage that have been rejected by the sickeningly immaculate world above. Those abandoned by the 'decent' sect of the world and thrust unto the raw death-sludge of the sewers beneath. Your neglect and wastefulness only fuel my dark dominion and we are steadily overtaking your vile stain under the wretched sun. And I will ride forth upon my kingdom of filth and smother out the flames of your lives.

Though she was never the third strongest mole, she had a reason to fight. Your Sanctuary was hers now, to protect and nurture her birth and surrogate children. True brutal savagery emerges in a threatened mother, a gentle touch remains as she holds her rowdy progeny back from the main fracas. They may have been playing rough, but without Momma they will be scared and scattered, completely out of their depth in the Dusty Dunes and Summers. You monster.