What kind of whack job would put on a mask and skin-tight suit and heads into the city after midnight? I mean, what is this guy really up to? Is he fighting crime? Of course not, he's just going clubbing-and he's frankly perplexed when the aggressive bar flies single him out. The guy in question is Manx, costumed cat man.
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