Chad looked at the faint outline of a comic book window in the sky. He could barely make out the vague outlines of Chad and Ethan. Ethan moved in superslow motion. QuBePinq had to save Chad from the Modelist. Modelist? Illustrator? This strange villain who seemed to be from another dimension, and seemed to be unleashing the monsters and villains on QuBe's world.
A woman shrieked, and QBP was there. He kicked the would-be-rapist in the face and balls, and tied him up with some sort of pink gooey tape or maybe it was bubblegum. Apparently, Ethan drew, but didn't do much in the way of backstory. Chad was aware that he was in a comic, but the reality of it was too strong, and he was bound to the persona of QubePinq. A thwarted mugging, more pink gooey tape, and a note for the police, a thwarted jewelry store heist with more pink gooey tape, and saving a kid from being run over by a truck, and QuBe was done for the night. He slipped through a second story bedroom window, and shrank from his pink hero form into a wimpy teenager.
"Shit, I'm Ethan?" gasped Chad as he stared at the lanky guy in the white briefs. Chad had to check, he pulled open the waist band and looked inside. He giggled and muttered he was grateful for artistic license. He knew Ethan's manhood was smaller, but then he remembered what Ethan planned to file off. He had to stop him. There had to be a way for QuBePinq to save Chad. But how?