Total recall.
No, no. Good monster. You don't want to kill your benefactor, do you? Here ... have some more porridge, there's a good chap. (Hoo boy.) Oh, hi. Yep, that's right; I'm in the process of talking down one of Mitch Macaphee's greatest creations (at least in his own estimation). Yes, it seems that Freakenstein, once set loose by Dr. Macaphee, did a tear around the neighborhood, pulling up lamp posts, opening fire hydrants, and generally making a nuisance of himself. He went into the local pawn shop and got a few items out of hock - items he, of course, had no personal connection with (since he was only just invented and has never known the joys of personal property) but nonetheless liked anyway. What did he use for money? No cash needed ... when you're Freakenstein. Okay, so ... predictably, the complaints start rolling in from all over town. And it's clear that we need to do something about this. It was a bit like when Big Zamboola first got here and started...