
Name: Multimoog
Type: Dr. Cube’s triple-head behemoth
Height: 550 meters
Weight: 2,500 boxes of rocks
Attack: Sailor slap, 200 ton toe stomp, pink punch, lumbering leg drop
Win/Lose/Draw: 2/2/0
Allies: Dr. Cube, Beefy L’Ox
Enemies: Mota Naru, Silver Potato, Kung-Fu Chicken Noodle, Slo Feng
Multimoog have interchangeable head to suit daily mood and menu change. Poor Multimoog has the misunderstood ambitions for becoming screen actor. Witness touching performance as Robot Monster, when upstage human peer group. Because is head removable, brainpower dependent the each selection. Why did I what to deserving this? Most fashionable feets give poor dancing skills, but stomp enemy deadly.
The Many Faces of Multimoog
Calling Multimoog a piece of trash isn’t an insult: the 550-meter Dr. Cube creation is a slapdash construction of spare Portuguese sailor parts, all of which were acquired through Cube’s fishy connection with the Merchant Marines. Despite the fact that this assemblage of flotsam and jetsam is a product of egregious military corruption, Moog has been lauded a “perfect example” of recycling-in-action by anti-war activists, tree huggers, and the entire East Coast faction of the Green Party. No one’s really sure how it happened, but somewhere along the way, Moog became an unsuspecting hero to hippie jam bands and Patchouli-smelling college kids from Burlington, Vermont to Eugene, Oregon.
But life as reprocessed junkyard candy hasn’t always been easy for the counter-cultural leviathan. Multimoog’s detachable headpiece is so haphazardly constructed that it doesn’t always allow him control over his brain – which makes him the least intelligent of Dr. Cube’s monster creations. Though dumb, Moog’s not without ambition: citing Lenny from Of Mice and Men, Curly from The Three Stooges, and Lou Farigno as his personal heroes, Multimoog has harbored dreams of silver screen fame ever since snagging a lead role in a remake of Robot Monster, one of Dr. Cube’s early home videos. Not surprisingly, Moog’s path to film fame has been craggy, since his unreliable facial expressions (his interchangeable head often pops off in moments of extreme excitement) make him virtually unemployable in the disciplined world of acting.
As if his stupidity wasn’t enough of a burden, Multimoog is also clumsy. Created to help beef up Dr. Cube’s monster forces with more muscle and bouncer-like intimidation, the faded pink beast is so awkward with his elephantine accessories that as a young monster assemblage, he became confined to a wheelchair. Those years of immobility, coupled with seasons of physical therapy administered by a big red rubber ball, caused Multimoog to develop a deep inferiority complex, as well as a ferocious appetite for destruction. To this day, red balls are like Kryptonite to Multimoog, capable of evoking the most unpleasant memory of his disability and weakening him into a lifeless, sniveling pulp. Phys Ed experts speculate that Multimoog would be Michael Jordan of the kickball diamond if his irrational red-rubber-ball fear could ever be worked out in therapy. Unfortunately, Cube has yet to find the salmon beast a good therapist.
Multimoog, Multi-faced Minion to Dr. Cube, Dies in Battel
Boston, May 6, 2002 – Multimoog, one of Dr. Cube’s oddest creations was instantly killed when Swedish Hero Slo Feng ripped his still-beating heart from his pink chest at Matsuri Mass Mayhem.
In many ways Multimoog served as a trailblazer for todayÕs trash based Posse member Gomi-man. Dr. Cube cobbled together the 550 meter monstrosity from discarded Portuguese sailor parts. While most humans and Kaiju combatants feared Multimoog, some recycling-loving-tree-huggers lauded Cube’s adoption of the Reduce, Reuse, Recycle principle.
Overcoming a detachable head that denied him full control of his brain, Multimoog made the most of his gifts, usually beating far more intelligent opponents with brute strength. Sadly his puny intellect would be his undoing, as the wily Hero Slo Feng got to the “heart” of the problem and ripped it straight from his chest as 89,413 shocked fans looked in horror.
In lieu of flowers, please send gifts of your complete obedience and blind faith to Dr. Cube’s Posse, Kaiju Big Battel, 325 Huntington Ave. #101, Boston, MA 02115.
