Man, I am churning out the product, ain't I? Now I've got to figure out a way to finesse these into a Hampton Roads sketchbook for the paper, or else I'm screwed. I don't think I could convince any of the natives that these are local sketches, except for the bongsuckers, and they don't read the paper anyways. Maybe I could do a Little Nemo thing and pretend it's all a dream. Or I could slap a gaussian blur on them, so you couldn't tell what they were. Or maybe I could go to the Superhero Supply Store and buy a new secret identity and start a new life somewhere else. That sounds like the most practical solution.