Raised as a house pet for many years, Mr. Squeakers had a good life and was well-raised. When he realized his pitiful situation as some suburbanite plaything, he bit the hand that fed him (literally) and made for the gutters. Through the (ab)use of various drugs and the abuses of life in the gutter, he became twitching schizophrenic beast that would maul anyone and anything. He had a gift fro killing, and was scouted for Blood Bowl and quickly picked up for a roster spot. He responds poorly to anyone calling him Mr. Squeakers (tends to maul those people). He is usually sedated with tranquillizers whenever he is off the field to prevent unfortunate violence. He killed the star quarterback on the last team after being ridiculed for missing a block and being called "the lubbable mister squeakers." He was suspended for a year by the commissioner and allowed back into the league on the promise of good behavior and stockpiles of sedative.