I had a surreal dream that night. It began with me sitting on a toilet. My skin was blue and scaly. I felt a fart coming on, so I grunted and then farted. My fart propelled me through the ceiling, which led to a rainbow sky. It started at red, then went to purple, indigo, blue, and so on. The thing is, it was really slow. When it got to red again, I landed in clouds.

Lots of clones of Mr. Jingles were there. They were all chanting, "Savor, savor, savor." Suddenly, I had a vision of Lee's body being devoured, feet first. They left nothing behind other than his name tag and a shoe. One of the clones taped a picture of himself to the remaining shoe.

"The new humanity streams in and with-through me!" the biggest Mr. Jingles cried. All of the clones jingled with excitement.

Could they have been absorbing Lee's carcass for brainpower? This was a dream, though, and dreams can be really stupid.

Suddenly, they noticed me. They chanted, "No more hexagons, no more hexagons, no more hexagons," as they closed in on me. When they finally got and killed me, instead of waking up, I went to a pitch black room with only a website in white text. I was able to remember the address, and when I woke up the next day, put it in the computer.

I got a PDF entitled, "THE PLAN FOR US POWER." It was a poorly written document detailing what Mr. Jingles and his clones do for brainpower. As I had first suspected, they consumed corpses. In fact, there was even a diagram detailing how it worked. First, they would have hypnotized animals with microchips, called "agents," eat the carcass. For some reason, they even ate bone. How they got the chips inside the animals was not included in the document. When brain tissue entered their esophagus, it sent data about how the victim's neurons were linked to each other to the servers where Mr. Jingles' AI resided.

At the very bottom of the PDF was a weird symbol. It was a black hexagon with a question mark inside it. The whole shape was crossed out with a "prohibited" sign.