Not all heroes wear capes. Some just carry chips jewelry around their glistening, orange fingers. And perhaps a tad of dipping sauce on the tip of the nose.

Joeri Chipsvingers is one of those people.

A voice of reason in times of soy crisps and vegetable chips.
A highly unstable guardian of the Universal Crispy Rights for ALL potato chips.
A fearless adventurer with absolutely no talent for the written word.
So he translates his experiences into annoying tunes, written down on salty parchment, performed by his 11-headed band of accomplices.