Okay, well I certainly didn't get far. Almost immediately, I ran into a horde of angry robots after tripping an alarm system when I stumbled into a large factory making the things. I was forced to run away from the area when I realized I was truly out of my league. The worst part of it was I was all alone this time. No one to help me. It was times like this where I wished I never loved comic books in the first place. I was so busy in my thoughts that I didn't notice the trap door in the middle of the hall. I fell in and slid down what seemed like an unending series of tubes. No way could I see any end of it. I thought I would slide down the pipe forever. Then I saw it: a bright light.

"Oof!"

With a thud, I landed on my rear a little too hard. Rubbing my sore tail bone, I looked around. It looked like another one of Pinky Flamingo's rooms. Paint brushes were placed in a cup on a desk, and paintings of disfigured creatures were all over the walls. That's when realized for the first time that there was music playing. It was that Beethoven song, Ode to Joy. Then I heard another sound: a man's screams.

"STOP IT, STOP IT! PLEASE, I BEG YOU!"

I turned swiftly. There, strapped to a chair was a man garbed in rock-n'-roll attire and flashy, spiky, purple hair. Feedback.

"Hey," I called out loudly. But he didn't respond. "Hello!"

It looked like he didn't even notice me. I snapped my fingers. Of course! Feedback hates classic music! It weakens him! There was a jukebox that was playing the music. There has to be a song that will snap him out of this madness. Rushing over to the machine, I started looking at the music that had to be selected. Mozart. No. Rossini. No. Salieri. No. Sound of Music soundtrack? No. Come on! There has to be...wait. What about this one? Quiet Riot's Cum on Feel the Noize!

"Time to rock!" I shouted to Feedback, selecting the song.

There was an immediate change. His fingers started twitching, followed by his arms, legs, neck, head and hair. Then he started singing along, "Come on, feel the noise. Girls, rock your boys. We'll get...WILD WILD WILD!" He broke the bonds and leaped in the air, playing his axe guitar that materialized in his hands. "Thanks dude!"

"No prob..." Before I could finish, I was knocked back by a large robot. One of the robots that chased me!

"Stand back!" Feedback ordered. "This is going to get loud. COME ON, FEEL THE NOISE! GIRLS, ROCK YOUR BOYS! WE'LL GET WILD, WILD, WILD!"

As he continued to sing and play his guitar, the robot started shooting rockets and lasers, but Feedback's guitar shielded the two of us while blasting powerful sound waves and lasers at our opponent. I turned up the volume of the jukebox, powering up the guitar even more. The robot was sent flying through five walls. But even though his opponent was gone, Feedback kept on playing. That's Feedback for you, doesn't like to finish a rock song once he hears one. When he did finish along with the song, he bowed, then shook my hand.

"Saved my skin from boring Beethoven, you did, kid," he said. "Pinky kidnapped me and put me in that machine. I owe you one."

"Thanks." Then I asked, "Have you seen a girl? Wears a purple coat with a matching hat and scarf and big sunglasses?"

Feedback thought for a while, then said, "Yeah, dude. After I was strapped to that chair by Pinky, she pressed some sort of button and she took off. I guess she led you here?"

I got frustrated. "That girl is strange. First she's trying to get me killed, then she wants to help me. I can't tell if she's good or bad!"

"Maybe she isn't," he said, tuning his guitar. "Maybe she likes causing trouble on both sides for the heck of it."

"Maybe." I paused before asking, "Do you know someone named Mister Fear?"

"No. Why do you ask?"

"I heard that name somewhere earlier," I lied. I don't think now's the best time to tell them I helped Molecule Man earlier. "I think Frightmare's working for him."

"That can't be good. I need help reuniting the other League of Good Guys."

I faced him. "I meet Dinah Might when I first got here, but we got separated."

He looked worried. "I don't want to know what sort of evil torture she's being put through. Skipper, do you think you can help me?" I nodded my head. "Cool. Oh! I almost forgot! Remember that girl you mentioned?" I nodded again. "She put this in my pocket."

He handed me a quarter with the Mutant's face on it instead of George Washington's.

"What's this for?" I asked.

"Dunno. She didn't say."

Very interesting Ale. Now just whose side are you on?