...So, I know what you're thinking. I overcame my personal issues, became a superhero, and beat the bad guys. So, why am I still writing about all of this? Story's over, right? Wrong. Actually, I can't help but feel like my story's just barely gotten started. But as the start of my story, I can't help but talk about what happened after all of that. It's just important to know.
After the fight with Cleaveland, I was taken home to rest up. Lucky for me, Scotty's good at more than just stitching together fabrics, and managed to patch up the cut on my hip pretty well. As for Cleaveland, Dad had him delivered to the police with instructions to keep him in constant light. Last I heard, they've got him locked up in a special little prison cell just for him, and are trying to get information out of him about Fonzie and how he was sold to her.
The bad news to all of this, though, was that Fonzie somehow managed to get away in the insanity of everything that happened. I guess the cops got too he