If you can’t tell by now, I like my Rangers weird. The ones that don’t fit the superhero mold. Sometimes they’re idiots with a heart of gold. Sometimes they’re dweebs with zero coordination and no right to be wearing a Morpher. Sometimes they’re big ol’ jerks who need to be put in their place. But on occasion, they’re really really old men that talk in broken sentences and break their friend’s cell phones out of fear. Like Koda.