What's up diary? It's me Jeremy Pipes coming at you live from my bed at my house.

Well I got my bolts today. The rest of the guys in Five Alive were like, no Jeremy, it's clearly some kind of mind-control implant

everyone who gets a max super sauce those dudes are always trying to hold me back

so I threw up the deuce and hit the road now I'm solo cruising on the vibes of this city and my creative juices are

blasting out of every hold. Also, every night, I'm haunted by visions of an apocalyptic

blood feast, whatever that means.

Anyways, I got Farrell coming over later to help me whip up the new song of the summer.

Like and subscribe, Pipes up, Pipes out. Oh, Oh, So, Oh, Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

Oh, oh, oh, Oh, But you are paralyzed on the ground. You can feel a toxin of some indiscernible variety coursing through your veins that is,

that has laid you out and you can see in the light of your enchanted lantern the

silhouette of the invisible man. He is holding a knife, he steps in front of you

into this clearing with the last remaining

uh... conduit in it

the invisible man

sort of kneels down in front of you, mutt, and says,

Can you talk?

Uh, yeah, apparently I can.

Cool.

Uh, anything you want to say before we do this?

Uh, I love it to like know your name because I've just been calling you the invisible man and that seems awful formal for you know what's about to happen.

My name is

and

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