*looks at own dick* amazing
You’re at a Panic concert. The lights go out. You can’t see anything. It’s about to start. Everyone in the audience gets excited. You hear guitars start playing. Then Brendons voice singing: Ooh, how it’s been so long. We’re so sorry we’ve been gone. We were busy writing songs for - you. The lights turns on and you see Brendon, Spencer, Ryan and Jon on the stage.
I know. Trust me, I know.