Hard to not be when you're so damn loud.

A suave, sculpted crooner that makes his home in the Digital World's jungles, Metal often emerges to promote his music at any cost, bearing little mind to what he destroys along the way

Reluctantly joining him is his marketing supervisor, Arukenimon. In charge with maintaining Metal's image, getting human and Digimon alike to listen to his shitty fucking music, there has never been a more herculean task set before her.

More enthusiastically joining them is Mummymon, Etemon's spokesman. Once traded out his gun for a massive walkie-talkie after network complaint for marketability purposes. This is to say, he has a lot of stupid ideas, which thankfully rarely ever see the light of day as Arukenimon often thinks for him. He's her one and only.

They're the single most accidentally destructive force in the Digital World, just behind gas-station scented candles, featuring real gas for authenticity's sake.