And we’re all about the baddie.

And Mdudu is the biggest baddest bug of them all. THE MDUDU, THE LORD MDUDU, The esteemed DU of MDUness. THE PRESIDENT OF HIGH WICKEDNESS is so feared no one dares utter his name, preferring “He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named”. He is more wicked than a wicked thing.

Thankfully like all tyrannical tyrants he’s also staggeringly vain, highly flawed, easily distracted and actually a bit crap.

He can’t walk by a statue of himself without getting all dewy eyed. He has an unhealthy addiction to breakfast burritos and compliments are like drugs to him.

What’s worse, when he gets really worked up (which he does, A LOT), he lets out a little burrito farty blow, which kind of kills the ‘I’m going to melt your planet’ Armageddon sized threat moment.

He is also infatuated with cheesy mid 90’s Euro techno – it sends him into a trance like state – and he hates [and I mean HATES] people laughing at him.

What’s he got to do with the Global Sustainability Goals? Nothing. Other than the fact that he wants to send the planet up in flames, melt the ice caps (better as a giant slush puppie), pollute the oceans (he hates anything fishy), starve the masses, foul the air (think a quadrillion burrito farts per sq ml of air) remove ‘women’ (cos he’s actually really scared that they’re smarter than him - which they are) and generally obliterate children by firstly using a triple donut head missile and cola canon to stun them and then steal their soul via snapchat.


“If I had to live my life again, I'd make the same mistakes, only sooner.”

“It's the good bugs who keep diaries; the bad bugs never have the time.”

“Nobody can be exactly like me. Sometimes even I have trouble doing it.”

“I love to date - just got to clone myself first”