Lukas-ViceCity

Today's our hero Is Lucas. And it's his birthday, yeah. Let me tell a few words about him For those who don't know him well. I say it straight, no frills. Besides, Lucas is In the cops' basement right now, Not here. Most folks think Lucas is just a drunk. That ain't the case. He's an alchie, man. Actually, he's Alcheman. Like a DC superhero beast, he knocks one back, His superpowers wake up inside. Wow. Lucas is wildin'. Cops scribble down his story. They make it up, those talking heads, and real Life is different instead. But if their report saw the light of day, The comic, man, one hundred percent it'd be as Good as the Penguin story, okay? And Lucas had his own ice floe where he Cut loose from reality, Floated to the Outworld instead, You know? Uh, though Lucas is sure that he's Catman with Twelve lives in his hands, he forgot his new Girl Gouka's around, so only three lives are left Now. 'Cause when he's drinking hard, She heals him with a rolling pin. Oh, my. Him with that magnificent hook. Anyway, Lucas' girl is tough. No lie. But not about her today. Our hero Lucas is here to stay. Among friends, he's known as Lucas Vice City or Lucas the Wonder. For those who don't know him well, I've said a couple of words, I wonder. And that's it. While we're hanging at the station, The vodka's getting warm. Whoever's down, let's have some. Enough with the fidgeting. They'll release him in a couple of hours. He'll come to us himself. Anyway, Lucas, no feathers. Good luck. Here's to you, brother.