After his humiliating meltdown in front of dozens of citizens and reporters, which is broadcast over live TV and makes waves across every cape-bashing blog on the entire internet, it seems our hero is left with a PR problem that can only be solved with a full image overhaul.
But hark! our hero, spying evildoers, signals his new sidekick, Nailboy, to cue his battle music - and soon, the unmistakeable drum machine beats of 90s rap ring through the rafters of the abandoned warehouse!
Leaping into the fray, golden parachute pants glinting in the sun, he cries "Stop!" and the bamboozled crooks stare in shock and awe, dropping their purloined goods, and finally dropping into shuddering heaps (of terror, naturally, not laughter) as he declares it Hammertime.
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But hark! our hero, spying evildoers, signals his new sidekick, Nailboy, to cue his battle music - and soon, the unmistakeable drum machine beats of 90s rap ring through the rafters of the abandoned warehouse!
Leaping into the fray, golden parachute pants glinting in the sun, he cries "Stop!" and the bamboozled crooks stare in shock and awe, dropping their purloined goods, and finally dropping into shuddering heaps (of terror, naturally, not laughter) as he declares it Hammertime.
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