Don't call it a comeback...

So me and Frank are mindin our own biness, right? Right. When some wascully fuzz comes creepin up the stairs, IN THE HOUSE, that we were painting. "Freeze dirt-bag!", would have been a cool thing to say, but these were no cool cops, no sirrrrrry, far from it. In fact, these was dirty cops. Hiding behind badges and uniforms and tasers. Lets see ya walk here naked and unarmed and try and arrest me. Yeah, that's what I thought. So me and Frankie been at the crossbars motel since August 18. I just got away Friday. Frank is still fighting the good fight. Valerie broke off 22. Now we're all clear. Except Frank. See come to find out, Frank isn't who he said he was. Mild mannered Frankie, the guy who waves "bunny ears hello", was actually a dangerous fugitive, living life on the lamb. So, Frank is gonna ride the chain to Idaho and face some hillbilly justice. Good luck Frank, and Godspeed. Peace and meat-wad fools~