We're sitting round the circle talking 'bout the Skull and Rick goes "Do you think the Skull is telepathic?" And I say, "Not only is the Skull telepathic, it makes its owner telepathic."

And Rick's eyes bug out, and he says -- this time actually speaking -- "I never asked you that question. I just thought it in my head."

Big pause. "I'm not kidding, Rick," I say. "Ever since I got the Skull I haven't been quite the same person."

And Rick gives me a big laughing high five with some expeletives and, well, that's just the way it is around here I guess. I'm that guy in the movie who got hit with the lightning bolt from outer space.

Owning a Skull can get into your head.

Anyway, I bring the Inferno home and instead of the Skull's usual disdainful, dismissive response the Skull says O hello little one, and sidles up, and their profiles are a little the same, though the skull appears in six shimmering dimensions instead of the Inferno's measly three. The Skull looks like Tetris with mirrors.

And we walk out the door, like so many times before. Time to throw the Inferno with the Bite Shoes and the Skull is laughing at the obvious commercialization.

But ah the Inferno. So straight so far so easy to control. Amazing. My only question is durability and mine is still fine after hitting some rocks and trees. So what we may have heeah, is possibly the greatest disc of all time.

Hey, I'm not here to hype, unless telling the whole full and nothing but the truth is cause for my critics to do jello shots till dawn.