In the years before the Great Striping, the common people had a champion. Whenever injustice reared its linear head, Pokadot Joe was there to thump it with his curly-cue cudgel of curvy vengeance.
Mounted on his mighty steed, Dosage Twelve, Pokadot Joe made his meandering way across the land (always avoid straight stretches of road), keeping the Euclidean Overlords in a parabola of fear.
Nobody could keep him in line. Until his tragic end at the brick wall.
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