After the escape from Bolo. I was so scared that I ran straight into reconstructive surgery and a new life in Barbatos. During my recovery, I had my partner Dale shoot Panda so full of methylcromoline that he thought he was a goat and he didn’t try to stab me for 9 months.  So far, so good, indeed. But the boy sucked so bad at tennis due to the methyl muscle atrophy that we lost every tournament. After the final tournament in Madrigas, we were jumped and hung by our feet in the town square while the townspeople threw rocks... at me. The boy had some kids get him, Saskia and Connie down, but left me hanging for the overnight New Moon celebration. I have no idea how the boy knew kids in Madrigas. I finally came to 3 days later in a wheat field in Panama. Pachuco roped me back into the speedboat deal and it was too fucking irresistible. I was a swollen shank from the public stoning and I missed the way I used to look, so I had Pachuco’s team dice me back into my old physical self.