Secret Message From Ruckus MacMullit

Have you ever done something bad?

Something really bad.

Something so badly bad that you can’t live near yourself.

Something so hideously awfully terribly bad that you can’t sleep at night for fear that your bass player might fill your pillow with flesh-eating inchworms.

Well if so, you need help. Because you clearly are a very bad person. The kind of person that I have absolutely nothing in common with, except of course for the whole Wrath of Jimmy thing.

In fact I don’t think you should be reading this, just in case the authorities bust in and somehow implicate me in your ring of unspecified evilness.

I don’t know why I am telling you this. I just feel kind of close to you, especially since I started hiding in your monitor.

Yes, I’m in here and I’ll tell you it wasn’t easy. The hardest part was scanning myself. It’s surprising how even the most advanced scanners still have problems with plaid.

So I’m kind of laying low for a while, hiding out between the pixels on your screen.

(Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about the oatmeal wresting site you like so much.)

If you see Jimmy, just act normal. Unless of course normal for you includes the tendency to holler out, “Quick Jimmy, bring the magnet! He’s here in my screen.” That kind of normal we can all live without.

Especially me.

-Ruckus