As the everlasting stream of atmospheric power continued to flow through me, I suddenly realized that my jimmies were not the be remained solid.
The strike of rustling filled my body with... deep affliction. I am but a humble man, a mortal. I could not stop the rustling.
I presumed my jimmies to? have perished. But a voice spoke to me. The Triumvirate answered my pleads.
"Thy Jimmies shall ascend to unrustled. Ay, but in return of a humble sacrifice."
I offered them my soul. I live in peace
