This is getting out of hand. Now Terrance’s great grand kids are sabotaging our recording equipment. We came into the garage to record and found that the mixer only had one working input. Upon further inspection we had found cricket feces inside of the mixer along with several chewed wires and five corpses. We assume that it took more than one generation of them to do enough damage to the mixer. We cleaned the mixer of the corpses and as we did we noticed that there was so much hate left in the bodies that it ate through the board. We held a funeral for the mixer, it was lovely.