A picture is worth a thousand words, but shouting all those profane, multisyllabic utterances of wisdom [even all at once, simultaneously] wouldn’t untangle that mess; it needed the hands of a professional.

“Tortuga ! . . . Help! ! ! !”

I’m telling ya; gotta adjust that derailleur, take a couple links out to shorten the ChIZ.zÁin  and get some new pulleys while I’m at it.

Datz all messed up.

Luckily the pro-[magnum]-man was there to sort it out.  Be Animaux.