Morris was quite resilient, and he quickly accepted the reality that his quirky little hobby was now widely known.
Besides, it wasn't *that* public. The footage of his rescue hadn't been broadcast live.
So it was still just an inside joke.
Modern society still has a hard time accepting unusual fashion choices.
'Just a minor case of social death, no big deal.'
Compared to what he'd gained from detonating the Mechanical Armor, this was nothing.
Morris was truly famous now.
It was a whole different level from the minor fame he'd had when *Shadow of Evil* was airing.
He had absolutely blown up.
Lately, he couldn't even leave his house without a disguise. From the moment he was recognized to the moment he was mobbed, the whole process took less than two minutes.
It wasn't exactly convenient for his daily life.
But psychologically, it was an incredible rush.
Not that he'd ever thought about fame when he made his decision. After all, he had been fully expecting to die.
