There is nothing more humiliating than living in a pink mason jar. Of course. Teenage girls, amarite? They glittered up my new abode. For 'disguise purposes, of course.'(scowl face). The morning after I was summoned by these amateurs was interesting. They placed my jar on a Ouija board. They asked me what my name was. As if I would tell them. They asked me how they could get rid of me. As if I would tell them.

Scowl face: we are going to have to consult an expert.

Pinky: who?

Scowl face: I know a guy.

Pinky: oh stop it with the 'mysterious with girl' act, tell me who this 'guy' is.

Scowl face: fine. I'll tell you. But first we are going to need a ride.