
After Hail Betty! exhausted his ink reserves and could no longer defend himself in his natural habitat, he was forced to learn to survive on land, once escaping Japanese scientists. Armed only with a guitar, a vibraslap and a broken rubberband, HB roams the plains of Wussifornia, defending the name of ass-rocking cephalopods everywhere.
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