Remi closes his purple umbrella as he let's the secrets and facts leave his throat.

Remi: "I would say let the show begin, but well that's what everybody says when they're trying to be fancy. To be honest, I've always hated the fact we live in a society. I've hated that no one can be different, no one can have fun unless it's what they've deemed as such. Wear a fancy hat, people treat you as a zoo exhibit. Some people can't even talk normally, or their friends will turn on them and make them a ridicule whithin their little circles. Society as a whole is nothing more then one. Giant. Mask. A mask made of porcelain, suffocating those who wear it whithin the confines of conformity. They're the people who Shane those brave enough to be strange but... Are the same people that say rules are made to be broken. And the only wrong thing I've ever done... Is to find fun little twist to tear those rules apart. To shatter the mask. Whenever I was talked down to for simple being who I was, or compared to something I wasn't - every jab, every backhanded compliment, every fake patronization - I would retreat into my hidey-hole of a room and wallow like a child that I was, because that's all I could do. I didn't have an opinion; I wasn't allowed to. I used to want to kill them for it. But now I just want them to be like me. To spread the chaos. But I suppose that would be a paradox... Me wanting them to be like me would be asking them to confirm my standards... So I guess it'll just be me then."