I AM GRAPPLE MAN

For too long, have i hid in the shadows, watching rats do stuff and raiders losing rubber ducks. Now, I seek, uh justice and stuff. I'm not the hero this city wants, I'm not the one it needs, I'm the one it unfortunately gets, and it is a stretch to even call me a hero. I AM GRAPPLE-MAN! Fear not evildoers. Many say that I'm crazy, but how would I know, since I'm crazy, citizen? Well, let me tell you one thing, potential evildoer, I may be dumb, but I'm not stupid. I'm this city's third and fifth best hero, and its only one too. One day, I'll be its second best. Some advice I have for you, citizen, is that fighting is for cowards. Real heroes run away and squeal like a pig. You may wonder what made me decide I had to be a hero. Well, it all started in 2154 when I lost my free kit and rubber duck to a rat. I vowed at that moment to be a hero and stuff. To all the rats, evildoers, bad guys, and ARC-IRS, ARC-HOA, or ARC-DMV, I will make sure you never ruin another run, steal MY tax money, revoke my self given grappling hook and rocketeer riding licenses, nor will I mow my lawn for you! I'm here to protect you, but you'll probably get downed anyway. Is it a bird? Is it a plane? NO, It is I, Grapple Man, forgetting a crash mat at the spaceport. GRAPPLE-MAN, AWAY!!!!(see you wherever. Or not. idk. I cant predict the future or something)(Embark is putting miniature plastic parts in the water to turn rats evil)