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Yeahhh, big up Peter Reed…
Selector of documents, destroyer of sedans!
One love, one brain, one hydroplanin’ man!
Let’s gooo…

He walks in the room, don’t say too much,
But give him a code, he got the magic touch.
ISO? SOP? He don’t need to read —
It’s locked in the brain of Peter Reed.

Autistic vibes, yeah, unique and proud,
Got the knowledge so deep, it’ll spin the crowd.
You want that doc? He don't need no screen —
"QMS-0427," he says clean!

Ohhh Peter Reed, man with the code,
Remembers every doc in the audit road.
But if the clouds start pourin' down from the sky,
Better take the wheel or we all might fly!
Yeah, Peter Reed, rain ain’t your friend,
That windshield wiper can’t help you again!
One doc, one crash, one legendary ride —
Peter Reed, just don’t drive outside.

He’s a low-talkin’ legend, got files on lock,
While the rest of us scramble, he’s cool as rock.
You ask him once, he gives it fast,
“Annex 9? That’s from the audit past!”

But the moment the weather gets even a drip,
You might wanna cancel that road trip.
Puddles fear him, tires scream —
His driving record? A meme-worthy dream.

But hey, we love him all the same,
Peter Reed, you legend, you’re never to blame.
Rain just jealous of your doc game,
So it tries to crash your frame…

Ohhh Peter Reed, the archive king,
Got retention schedules and everything.
But rain fall down and it’s code red —
“Who let him drive?” the office said!
Yeah Peter Reed, we raise our glass,
To your brilliant mind… and your totaled Passat.

So here’s to the man with the memory fire,
But keep him off the wet-weather tire.
No hate, just fate — that’s the creed,
Give it up one time for Peter Reed!