Macciu

I do not make mix tapes with people who belong in the trash. This is why I do not make mix tapes with myself. Now if you don’t mind, I must go now. Please do not forget me. You cannot forget me because this is a strange event in your life. Let your last thoughts be of me, and my lack of pantaloons.
[Macciu runs off. He lifts a device in the air and is suddenly warped away.]