One day Richard Patrick sat in Abyssinian Sons thinking about the MP3 he wanted to put up on the site. As he sat in his studio, he thought about where the MP3 might be and so began looking for it. Richard looked high and low for the MP3, swearing under his breath as he went along. "Where the fuck did I put that MP3 of "So I Quit" anyways? I promised to place it upon the site and Hubka, my webmaster, is taking all the heat for it not being there! I should find it and soon so my fans will be happy!"

Richard stood up from where he was kneeling on the floor, asking loudly to the other members, "Have you guys seen the MP3 that's supposed to go onto the site? I can't seem to find it! Fucking piece of shit has disappeared on me!"

Geno shook his head. "I haven't seen it. You've looked everywhere? Not sure where it's gone to, man. Maybe you put it some place to keep it safe and now you've misplaced it. Where did you see it last?"

"I saw it sitting in the studio on the sound board last. It should be sitting right there! I wonder where the fuck I put it." Rich said, scratching his head in puzzlement. "Damn it. It couldn't have gone far."

Trent looked down at himself, then back up at Britney. His hands were no longer his pale, gnarled ones, but rather green and mantis like. He could still speak, though it felt awkward. "What the fuck did you do to me, bitch?"

"I made you this way so you would need the MP3. What most don't realize is, the reason I stay so popular isn't because of my talent, it's the fact that I'm an evil witch!" Britney cackled, her plastic form giving way to an old looking woman with beady eyes and an ugly wart on her nose. A gnarled finger with a grossly long finger nail pointed at Trent. "You see, I can't have talent like you ruin everything! I must stop you and Filter. I must."

Trent sighed, however awkward that may sound for a preying mantis. He stumbled to a mirror, not used to walking in his new form, gawking at the terrible transformation Britney had put him under.

Britney, or what was Britney, came up behind him, taunting him with the shiny disk of the MP3. Her voice went for grating to plain raspy and obnoxious, "You want this, don't you, Trent? You NEED this. . ."

Trent turned around, the need for the MP3 gripping him in his power. He reached out, trying to grasp it in one of his claws, yet unable to do so. It clattered to the floor, the case its only protection. He tried to scramble and pick it up so he could play it.

Rich paced the studio, thinking of what he should do. He was running out of ideas of what could have happened to the MP3 and finally decided he should call Trent, just to ask him what he might think. Though Richard didn't call Trent very often, he did try to keep in touch from time to time. Rich walked to the phone, dialing Trent's New Orleans number. He waited for a few rings when the answering machine picked up. "Hi, you've reached Trent Reznor at Nothing Studios, leave a message at the sound of the tone." Trent's voice sounded dull and slow.

Rich sighed, then said, "Trent, it's me, Rich. I'm sorta having a crisis here and I thought I'd ask you a question. I know you're busy with some projects lately, but if you have the time, please call. I'll talk to you later, bye." Rich hung the phone up, wondering what Trent was up to.

Geno asked after he hung the phone up, "Was Trent there?"

Rich turned, looking at Geno. He shook his head. "No. Trent didn't answer. He might be busy." Rich sighed. "I wonder what we should do now. I suppose we've done all the looking we can do for now. . ."

Trent heard the phone ring, but knew he couldn't answer the phone. When he heard Rich's voice, he wanted to rush the phone and try to get him to talk, but found his new hands useless. Besides Britney was standing over him, preventing him from doing anything but listen to the MP3 itself.

Britney said, "Well, I see that you don't have a fued after all. That doesn't mean I don't have to crush you two still. You fools thought you'd out last me! Ha!"

Trent fought the urge to simply sit and listen to the MP3, charging Britney. She fell down, her head hitting the floor, knocking her out. Trent sighed, still in mantis form. "Damn it."

Trent made it over to the phone, hitting star 69 to attempt calling Rich. Then, he set the phone on speakers. The drones of Spears quietly stood watching, unsure of what to do. Trent waited to hear Rich's voice come over the line, "Hello?"

Trent hoped his voice didn't sound too odd, and if he did, he'd say he was sick. He rasped out, "Rich, it's me, Trent. Sorry I didn't answer. What is the problem?"

"I, well, I was wondering what you'd do if you were missing an MP3. I seem to have misplaced mine and I've run out of ideas of where it could be." Rich said, feeling a bit stupid for even bothering to ask Trent.

Trent rasped, "Why don't you come down here and we'll fix this whole problem. Uh, I think you'll see why when you get here. Just get here soon."

Rich said, "Okay. I'm on my way. I'll leave a couple of my band mates here."

Trent said, "Okay. I'll be waiting." His claws hit the receiver button, ending the call. The phone went clattering to the floor.

Hopefully when Rich arrived things could be all fixed. He didn't particularly like being a mantis.

Rich arrived in New Orleans later that day, taking a taxi to Trent's house. Geno was with him, while Frank was left at the studio to do more searching. Rich said, "I hope I'm doing the right thing. I mean, I don't usually go to Trent for shit like this."

Geno sighed. "I don't know, Rich. I don't think it's a big deal. Let's see what is going on with Trent."

When they arrived, the found the front door open. Rich said, "That's odd, Trent never leaves his front door open like this." Rich knocked on the open door, calling out, "Trent! Trent! Are you here? Are you okay?"

Suddenly a large mantis approached. "Rich, it's me, Trent. I know, I know. What weird shit am I up to now? Uh, I know where your MP3 is. Follow me."

Rich quickly pinched himself. "Fuck! This is real!" Rich and Geno followed Trent carefully, not sure what to think about a large bug walking and talking.

Trent lead them into the studio area of his house, where he had Britney Spears and her goons locked away for the time being. He had used his claws to keep Britney out cold. Trent lifted one of his claws, pointing to the old woman. "That's Britney Spears real form. She's really a witch who turned me into this. Now, I think we can figure out a way to make me, well, me again. And, your MP3 is in the player in there. All we have to do is figure out how to make her lose her power."

Rich looked at Geno, his eyes going wide for a moment. "Okay, umm, Trent who looks like a Mantis." He giggled a little, laughing at how funny that sounded.

"Don't! It's not funny!" Trent said, his large eyes angry and hurt.

"Sorry, man." Rich coughed. "What do you think her power source is?"

"I've watched her for while. It seems to be the crystal around her neck, see?" Trent pointed to the large crystal.

"Well, let me sneak in there and take it. If she's not wearing it, perhaps she can't make you stay the way you are. And then, I can get my MP3 back!" Rich said, opening the door quietly. He snuck up to Britney, reaching a hand out to grab the crystal. He yanked the chain, snapping it. When he looked over, Trent was back to his usual self. "It worked! Now, the MP3. Then what do you want to do with her and these boy bands?"

"Let's have fun for awhile. We could always tie them up or something. I dunno. What do you want to do?" Trent asked, feeling better now that he was his usual form again. He looked at his hands, flexing his fingers for a moment. "Man, I never thought I'd be so glad to see these hands again."

"Well, I think we should do something." Rich said, slipping the crystal into his pocket. "I'll throw this crystal into the river here but we have to do something with these people!"

Britney woke up, finding her crystal missing. She got up, charging Trent. Trent dodged her, causing Britney to fall. Britney got up, wailing. She called out to the boy bands, and they ran, Britney howling, "You haven't won yet!"

Rich, Geno and Trent all shook their heads. Rich remarked "Man, who knew that pop culture was ran by a witch? No wonder I couldn't get my MP3 out. Stupid bitch."

Trent laughed. "At least we actually have proof. And here I thought she was an alien!"