After suffering a crippling hip injury Dealclean felt his dreams of a bright career, early retirement and fat life slipping away. Even as he lay on the blood stained bed of the infirmary, his teammates tormented him with blame and spite. He never made a full recovery, and now plays under constant pressure to excel. Dealclean is waiting for a chance to show he still has something to give for the team, but fears that once the Waterdown Splishades start raking in the dough, he will be the first to go. He is maniacally trying to please the coach, Roadage, and the rest of the team by making daring, even foolish dashes deep into the enemy end zone to get a chance to show his skills. Fat chance: he has become the semi-official bitch of the team, and the one player without a single fan.