Diary of a Civilian #5

Dear Diary,

Sorry about cutting the last post short, I was followed.

See, when I made a follow up with Dr. D, I wasn’t aware of his plans after he got rid of Power House. See I kind of assumed the end goal was PH’s destruction. Actually, He wanted to use his army of robots to take over the world. My job, in the grand scheme of things, was to act as bait. Apparently, PH can’t resist coming after a DID (Damsel in Distress). All I really had to do was sit in the BGH (Bad Guy Headquarters) and wait for the brick to show up. He did, and tried to rescue me, the DID. As soon as the moron ran in he was knocked unconscious with a nerve gas, and carted a way. I was taken to an OR (operating room) and given a brand spankin’ new pair of legs!

It took me a few days to adjust to them. And I was guilt free and happy, CURSE YOU POWER HOUSE, until the last day. That’s when I was invited by Dr. D to watch his “final triumph” over PH. I found out then how much a new pair of legs cost. I told myself it was Power House’s fault. If he hadn’t gone blundering in, I wouldn’t have tried my own hands at heroics. Dr. D took PH’s powers. It wasn’t quick, nor, by the screaming, painless. All I could think was “crap”.

No one deserved this, I thought as DD put PH’s powers in a…Whatchamacallit. No stupid hero who took my ability to walk deserves this. That’s why I did another stupid thing. I stole the whatchamacallit. And ran. I have no plans, but I got to get the powers back to the dolt. So now I have to sneak my way back to the BGH, oh and onus, he’s in the “dungeon”. Well, I wouldn’t want Spock the cat having a servant who backstabs people. Even if they are obnoxious and wear bright yellow spandex.