challeinge the seventh; in which west spills blood

i write this asking for your help. he got me, guys, he got me. i was flying tright above richard simmons, going to hit him with a rock, when he just jumped up and took a biote out of my stomach. i tumbled in to soimon cowell, and managed to knock him out. i don't want to be anywhere near him when he activateds the voltron simon powers. i stpole simon's iphone, and that's how i can reach you, my fellpw contestants, but the screen is slick with blood and i can't quite work it well. please help me. follow tge traiul of blopod and you can find where i'm hidden. i thingk it's a tree, but i'm not sure. everytyhiung's growning dim, and my hands are shaking from the loiss of bl;ood. they'll get me if you don't help, but if it's too late then just do me the honor of avenging my death. my vision blurrs; every curved line looks like a helisx. his teeth, oh the teeth of richard simmons, likje the gear teeth in a machinge. iwas cought up in it like some four year old in a nineteenth centurey factory. simon cowell may be vol;tron, but richard simmons is an angel from neon genesis evangelion. we're all ddoomed.

auderey, if you read this, i alwuays thought you were special, even if you don't have awesomely alien mutant powers. mr. bennet, i'll ,muiss you and your robot ruthlessness. and cyclops, you wern't all that bad. goodbye, ebveryone. goodbye.kdsfj a;fd

urgh...i passesd out for a bit there. i think i'll be okey, as long as someont gets to me soon.

beware of richard simmons.