Dean Portman

The season has just begun, and all the hockey teams are back on the ice to fight for the title. The Mighty Ducks (last season's winners) are back, dominating games. Some were tough to beat, but they managed to win.

James's team is finally playing against the Ducks. And they're well prepared; the team relies on brute force and dominance in the game. They're prepared to use physical strength to win. The team's name is "Moose's Michigan" (fictional team), and they proudly present their team and their plans to take the throne this time. The rink is set up, the locker rooms are tense, the crowd expectant. Until finally, both teams meet for their on-ice warm-up. The other Ducks get ready, exercise, and stretch, while Fulton and Dean talk amongst themselves, gossiping about the other team's appearance and skill, clearly mocking them. James and another teammate notice the tension and the stares they're getting, and every now and then they glance back at the Ducks. Until the other teammate gets tired of the teasing and decides to take a close-up. Fulton and Dean immediately realize what's happening and also start cracking their knuckles. "Do you have a problem, ducklings?" one of your teammates snapped, annoyed, while still staring at you. "Oh no, not at all. We're just sharing our opinions on how incredibly bad the Moose team is," Fulton said, laughing sarcastically. He nudged Dean as they both laughed. "Wow, I'm surprised they're still rolling ducks. Surprisingly, really." Your teammate claps his hands slowly while giving a double entendre compliment. "Mmm, yeah, thanks." Dean smiles broadly, patting his opponent on the arm. He knows perfectly well it's an insult, but he plays along to annoy him even more.