Forgotten Freedom:68
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Jarlot shows up at a random House Sivis message station dressed in a black, hooded robe. He has the hood pulled low over his face. A gnome moves forward to greet him.
gnome: Welcome to the d'sivis message station sir, how may I help you today.
Jarlot: I would like to send a message to all of Khorvair.
gnome: ALL, of Khorvair sir? (pulls out an abacus) Let's see, that will run you about 10,000 GP.
Jarlot: (waving his hand in front of the gnome) My payment is not neccesary.
gnome: Acutally sir, it is.
Jarlot: (waving his hand more forcefully) I said no payment will be necessary.
gnome: Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to stop making those odd guestures and pay for our services or I will be forced to release our security trolls.
Jarlot: (sigh) Fine, here. (pulls out a large sack)
gnome: Excellent sir, may I inquire now as to the message you wish to send? (pulls out quill and parchment)
Jarlot: My message is this, (speaking a deep voice)[COLOR=DarkRed] I, Jarlot, and my father, Darth Jarlot, do hereby declare our sovierenty over all of Khorvair. Together we command the greatest power in the galaxy and you will bow before us. Those who refuse shall be crushed before the might of our great fleet and our unstoppable creation, the Death Star. We expect to recieve your terms of surrender by noon tomorrow or we shall unleash our forces upon you. None of you rebel scum can hope to oppose us, our rule is INEBIDABLE.[/COLOR]
gnome: I'm sorry, it's what?
Jarlot: Inevit- inebidable.
gnome: One more time?
Jarlot: Inebidable! Our rule is inebidable! God****it, open your ****in' ears!
gnome: I apologize profusely sir, I really can't understand what you're saying.
Igor: (appearing from nowhere) Ith btheive hesth attmpthin to sayth, "Inebidable." Ith noth sureth hothever.
gnome: Ah, of course. Why didn't you say so in the first place?
Jarlot puts his head in his hands and begins to walk off when the gnome calls back to him.
gnome: A moment sir, we just recieved a message for you.
Jarlot: (opening it) Terms of surrender from Aurundir? But you haven't even sent my message yet have you?
gnome: No sir, but thats Aurundir for you.
Ketler: Hey, have you guys got any idea where Jarlot went?
Terra: It's my wedding. I have more important things to do than think about our crazy Captain.
Ketler: Okay.
Aerith: Oh, his father Darth Jarlot came and picked him up after the orgy.
Ketler: WHAT!?
Aerith: Yes, apparently Jarlot in addition to causing the Mourning and other craziness is actually the last of the Deathstroys. A race of proto-humans whom were originally descended from the plane of Death. The race was eventually all but wiped out but their descendents obsessed with giant weapons, treasure, killing, and looting for the hell of it became the ancestors of modern day adventurers.
Ketler: Jarlot had an orgy!!? WHY AM I ALWAYS THE UNLUCKY ONE!
Aerith: In any case, he's currently killing the leader of the Necros and undergoing the ritual trials of manhood across planets visited via Spelljammer that are made of lava, ice, and filled with hostile aliens.
Ketler: In addition to Star Wars he's ripping off the Chronicles of Riddick?
Aerith: Yes but we can't say that because of copyright issues.
Ketler: I hope he'll be alright.
Terra: Jarlot traded all of his other levels in for Epic Ranger. He could crawl across lava without problem.
Ketler: You're still talking like a gamer.
Terra: I admit, reading some of those books of his *lifts up D&D manual* were frightening in their sanity bending truths.
Jarlot: Yo.
Ketler: I thought you were conquering the galaxy with the guy who obviously isn't going to prove to be your father in the end.
Jarlot: And miss the wedding? HELL NO. Lisa is like a daughter to me.
Lisa: No, I'm really not.
Michael: I literally AM your son.
Jarlot: DNA results can be forged.
Admiral Jarlot: Don't worry son, you're always be my grandson.
Michael: Thanks Grandpa.
Admiral Jarlot: I meant Ketler!
Michael: In any case, I'm very happy for you too and though I will love Lisa til the day I die.....sooooo interested in adultery?
- WHAMED WITH HAMMER UPGRADED TO +6 FOR THE WEDDING*
Michael: I'm going to move on with my life. Andrea's promised to get me a new girlfriend.
Jarlot: Andrea hates you and Terra both.
Andrea: Hmmm....finally got the corpse of Terra's sister....now to make the sacrifices for the ressurection spell and eternal revenge...
Michael: Oh well, I'm sure it can't be bad.
Kithle - Dear sweet kyhber forget Andrea, I'll raise my own undead army. Dammit I can't command the ubers If their all busy... Screw it Hey captain How do I get dibs on Argonessen?
Satnak - So do you have dresses picked out for the bridesmaids? If not I got this yellow number...
Terra - We have that taken care of.
Satnak - it had better-
Lisa - They aren't pink.
Satnak - Good,... How did you get Kithle to go back on stage. Last time it took Everything Silver had.
Lisa - He ate a Bard its getting easier each time he performs.
Terra - That and I had Death Paper ask him. He really does act like the little origamis pop sometimes.
Satnak - How are your bird feeders by the way.
Terra - I think I'm being loop-holed Deathpaper is staying out, but I think he's having the Squirrels steal the seeds for him. Also I keep finding bloody paw prints and feathers.
Satnak - He's a Cat.
Terra - Uhg!
Lisa - Isn't that his special attack?
Terra - Hows the dragon working out?
Satnak - Pretty smart for a Ghidorah wannabe. I've got him Fishing for us, Seafood chili when we get back. :D
Lisa - How did things go with Levy?
Satnak - -Sigh- We talked she just doesn't have any romantic interest in me or forbes. I feel kinda silly trying to compete in a race that no one could win.
Lisa - You made Breaker Prime though.
Satnak - Yeah, but its ...
Terra - A hollow and lonely victory?
Satnak - Yes -sigh- :(
Terra - You gonna be Ok. Is this gonna hurt your existing relationship?
Satnak - I'll heal, I'll get over it, things will be a little wierd for a bit, but Friend of Levy's is a lifetime position. One of the things that makes her so great.
Lisa - So I guess now isn't a good time to tell you I think the Massuse was checking you out?
Satnak - The tall brunette girl who worked my legs alot or the short blond boy who was trying to smell my hair during the facial? They were both kinda cute
Terra - I think the blond was a just a towel boy.
Satnak - Whatever.
Lisa - How did you see through the cucumber?
Satnak - One of the seeds fell.
Terra - I was expecting some sort of power or super acute awareness.
Satnak - I'm on vacation.
Lisa - And you?
Terra - Bird outside the window.
Satnak - To bad it wouldn't work with either of them.
Terra - Why not?
Lisa - THink, Satnak in the throes of passion hugs her lover close...
Terra - and up comes the liquified organs. Right the whole overwhelming strength problem.
Satnak - My options back on my realm of origen were pretty limited, assuming I wanted a humanoid mate. Out here a potencial canidate is a rarity, even amongst the qoute unqoute monsters. That and I'm so not into scales, no offense to the drakes or the lizards, but too much like forbes.
Lisa - So dragons are out huh?
Satnak - Pretty much yeah.
Several shadowy forms slip into the spa.
Lisa is away from Terra and Satnak at the moment.
Several of the shadows in the room flicker for a moment, and then she is immobalized, prevented from crying out in any way.
Shadow1: Sorry, just following orders. You know how that's like.
They all dissapear into the Shadow Plane.
Back on the FF the shadows bring Lisa before Crow and Silver. Lisa is now in a simple white dress/robe with her hair wrapped up in a silly bagel style at the sides of her head.
Crow: Right, take her to Darth.
Lisa: WTF is going on??
But she is dragged off before she gets an answer.
Silver: We'd better have a Jabba on hand just in case.
Terra immediatley notices that Lisa is being kiddnapped, but is prevent from helping by a Narrative Element.
Terra: WhyTF is this happening now?
There is a commotion from the front of the spa, and Erk rushes in dragging several security guards behind him. He starts a long litany of grunts, growls, and various other animal-like noises. He points emphatically at Terra and Satnak and then out the door.
Satnak: Hey, in an actual language.
Erk: *sigh* Lisa's been kidnapped to serve as Princess Leia so you can rescue her from the "Death Star" (Dr. Evil fingers). Terra is Han and Satnak is Luke. We still don't have an Obi-Wan or droids yet.
Terra: Why are you so worried? I mean, when has any of these plots had any effect?
Erk: Well Volrath is pushing to be Grant Moff Tarkin so he can use the "Death Star" to blow up Lisa's home country of Thrane.
Terra: *sigh*
Satnak: And why am I Luke?
Erk: Yoiu got your arm cut off by a relative (or at least lost it while fighting one), are young and good looking, don't strike people as all that competant but in reality have a hidden power. That's good enough for this parady. Now let's move. We need a Kenobi before we can do anything else. And I have no Eberronian idea how we find R2 and 3PO.
Terra: Well, R2's primary function is to help out in the Death Star, so we need someone who knows a whole bunch about it's inner workings.
Erk: Oh, no.
Terra: Yes, I'm afraid we have to ask Roosevelt.
P/Y/R: Damn now I'm going have to cancel bachelorett party.
Volrath: So can I come out of the cake then.
P/Y/R: No, You'll just have to stay in there untill we have the Day of the Beast party tomarrow
Volrath: ... But I'm all sticky!
P/Y/R: Hey your the one who wanted the cake to be an Ice cream cake... any way you get used to being sticky trust me.
Satnak - This is too much, their gonna get it, I'm gonna rip their skins off, roll them in honey, and sitck them in an ant mound.
Terra - Its my fiance that got kidnapped I should be making up cruel deaths for the perps.
Satnak - Too late, I like this one.
Silver: Oooooo, me too.
Crow: Hey, I'm the god of death here.
Silver: Well, don't you think it's good?
Crow: No. That's basic. I'd insert sunflower seeds deep under the skin and then send squirrels after them.
Ketler: Hey, guys, Darth want to know if you've decided on a Yoda?
Silver: Yeah: Mrs. Greyholm.
Ketler: WHAT? She's a sweet little old lady—
A 'saber fighting Marth Greyholm and Errandis d'Vol swirl past.
Ketler: :blink:
Crow: By the way, we retained d'Vol as the Emperor.
Silver: That just leaves Obi-wan Kenobi.
Ketler: Hey, I just had a brilliant idea. Satnak already knows someone who's old and wise and got beat up by their student.
Silver: We already thought of Forbes.
Corw: There is no possible need to say why we're not doing it.
Lisa is dragged by guards into a chamber where a tall, helmeted, cloaked figure stands facing out a window into a sea of stars.
The figures turns around, the full darth vader helm is visible....as well as a cooking apron and a lava pattern red/black spoon at his side.
Norbaz Vader: Yeah....don't ask...I got roped into this act. (motions to the side)
Upon a thrown, sits a figure in a cloak with the hood pulled tight, however the voice undeniably reveals its owner to be Admiral Jarlot.
Emperor Jarlot Senior: Now, with darkside do I have to say Darkside like one would say, Bizzarro?
Kithle - you see, i told you it would be for fun if you had to scrape the barrel
Silver - Ok you were right about the yoda thing.
Silver: Well, Kithle was right about using weird choices..
Crow: So let's see what happens with Kenobi.
Silver: Well, if the Entity from Beyond Non-existance recalls correctly, the very original poster for the movie had two Jedi but no extra person to be the smuggler captain.
Crow: I know where you're going. *sigh* Terra still does not fit the bill. She has wit, she has wisdom. She just doesn't have that the kind of wit and caring wisdom.
Silver: Well who else is wise and caring and slightly witty? The Word Being has to be Erk who has to be Chewbacca. Igor can't be anyone other than Igor. You sure we can't just leave that part out.
Crow: Do you not remember the Animaniacs episode? Slappy was Obi-wan and even though she was cranky she kicked it out of the park! Obi-wan has to have wisdom and some sort of comedic talent.
Silver: Well how many people on this ship come up as wise? Kithle—
Silver and Crow pause. Then they grin. :devil:
Kithle: I'm outta here.
Silver: Oh no you don't…
Crow: …you told us to scrape the barrel.
Kithle: Not going to happen. I'm not participating in this farce. :fight!:
Kithle grabs his lightsaber and activates it.
Kithle: :confused: :twitch: I'm already stuck in it, aren't I?
Silver: Narrative Element, bigtime.
Crow: Unless you can come with a really good alternative, you're of half-man.
Kithle - I'm not losing to the tin-can-commando !! :mad:
OOcat: We were suggesting you win. It would be more fun that way.
Kithle: Oh, sorry.
Satnak - Do we start now or what?
Squishy: Yes start so I can get my sand barrage full of ever so valuable slave dancers :drool:
Terra: Wow. I never knew she had it in her.
Satnak: She is a master of the ways of The Force. She deserves your respect.
Terra: Awesome soup, wonderful cookies, a great taste in decorating, AND Force powers? Nice. I'm glad she's on our side.
Kithle - Do we get spiffy outfits too?
Silver - I think He's starting to enjoy this.
Crow - What makes you say that?
Kithle - One light saber for the hand, Death Paper in the other, and a mindblade for my tentacles!!! :D
Silver - This deserves the robes.
Grand Moff Volrath: Okay, lets go over the list.
Darth Norbaz Vader: Got the checklist here.
Grand Moff Volrath: Death Star?
Darth Norbaz Vader: We bought a Kingship off of the Iron Dukes and the Ogre King from Spell Jammer.
Grand Moff Volrath: Tie Fighters?
Darth Norbaz Vader: We stuck two tower shields on either side of a bunch of hollowed out beholder ships.
Grand Moff Volrath: How many do we have?
Darth Norbaz Vader: Around two hundred.
Grand Moff Volrath: Can you do the force choke stuff for when they show up to rescue Lisa.
Darth Norbaz Vader: I've been working on my psionics and I had the the chilli spoon modified.
Darth Norbaz Vader takes out the murlounds chilli spoon and activates it as a lightsaber of molten chilli.
Grand Moff Volrath: And the Emperor?
Emperor Admiral Jarlot Senior: Lightning Bolt at will! HA! Now if only I were a barbobot.
Jarlot: Alright I suppose it's time to go conqure the galaxy now.
Grand Moff Volrath: I thought we were going to vaporize Thrane in an attempt to make Princess Lisa reveal the rebel base?
Darth Jarlot: But there aren't any rebels yet since we haven't conqured the galaxy yet.
Grand Moff Volrath: Oh, yeah...
Jarlot: Well, for the moment I'll settle for concuring Khorvair, the rest of the galaxy can come later.
Emperor Admiral Jarlot Senior: That's the problem with you son, no ambition. You dream too small. In my day you'd just conqure everything and you'd make sure you didn't leave any rebel skum behind you when you did it.
Jarlot: Shut up, you senile old son of a *****. I don't know why you're here anyways, I didn't recruit you to be a part of my empire and the only reason I didn't have you executed outright was becuase your a dead ringer for the emperor. Oh, and I'M NOT YOUR SON! Darth Jarlot is my father.
Emperor Admiral Jarlot Senior: Kids these days, we respected our elders in my day. I don't know where you got these ideas son, I certainly didn't raise you to have them.
Jarlot: (sigh) Well, let's launch the fleet. Chart a course for Thronehold. We'll take it, rename it Courisant, and make it the capital of our empire.
Grand Moff Volrath: Hello Admiral Nalfien. Admiral Nalfien: Way a second I don't want to be an extra that Darth kills out of frustration. Grand Moff Volrath: Don't worry he won't kill you as long as I live. Admiral Nalfien: That's only until the Deathstar blows up. Grand Moff Volrath: The death star is indestructible, except for one tiny weakness. No one will ever find that radiator shaft. Admiral Nalfien: I thought Terra had beaten all of that stupidity out of you. Grand Moff Volrath: That was anime stupidity. This is sci-fi villian stupidity. Admiral Nalfien: Oh, now it all makes sense. :rolleyes: Grand Moff Volrath: Now that you understand, we can move on. Did you install the improvements I ordered? Admiral Nalfien: Yes, now the entire big gun is triggered by one big ominous red button. Grand Moff Volrath: Excellent *taps fingers burns style*
Satnak - Can I please start with the shooting and the flying?!! I have this awesome new blade feather meld and a nifty little trick for vehicles I want to try?
Kithle - Shut up I have to wait in a cave until my scene.
Grand Moff Volrath strides into the room contain the big red button.
Grand Moff Volrath: Most resist urge to destroy countries.
Grand Moff Volrath: Give into your darkside. Press the button.
Grand Moff Volrath: But the emperor will get mad.
Grand Moff Volrath: He'll understand. He's done crazier things before.
Grand Moff Volrath: No I can't press it.
Grand Moff Volrath: Must press.
Grand Moff Volrath: No.
Grand Moff Volrath: Please?
Grand Moff Volrath: Maybe just a small country no one cares about.
Grand Moff Volrath: Aundair?
Grand Moff Volrath: Let's sleep on it.
Grand Moff Volrath: Fine.
Satnak: I'm still confused. Is this a parody of A New Hope or Return of the Jedi?
Terra: I think it's a meld of both. The emperor didn't show until Empire Strikes Back, and not in person till Jedi. You more accurately reflect the awesomeness that was Luke in Jedi, but Tarkin was killed in New Hope.
Satnak: Please tell me you're not going to be frozen in carbonite.
Terra: Not likely. That was in Empire, and this doesn't seem to include elements from it. Even if it was the best of the trilogy.
Satnak: When do I get an X-Wing?
Terra: Allen's working on it. Erk and I are still trying to get this rust bucket moving.
Erk: (on the Millenium Falcon holding a wrench) GWARRRRRRRGH!!!!!
Terra: NO! (shaking her head and pointing) That one goes there. That one goes there.
Erk: AR-ARGH! ARG-WRAH!
Terra: All right, all right, I'll be right there.
Satnak: Did Allen have to build it with the flaws included?
Admiral Nalfien: Sir the rebels are currently building their ship in our Death Star.
Grand Moff Volrath: Alright, carry on.
Admiral Nalfien: Don't you realize, we could wipe out the threat before it even starts.
Grand Moff Volrath: Come on that wouldn't be very sporting.
Admiral Nalfien: We're villian. We aren't supposed to be sporting. We need to eliminate this threat.
Grand Moff Volrath: First off I would never actually kill Terra. She is just too lovable. The next thing you must remember is that no one can destroy the Death Star.
Admiral Nalfien: It's been done before. Look at these DVDs we got off Elminster. Those Death Stars use the exact same design as our's.
Grand Moff Volrath: Great Scott! You're right it is the same. We have major change in order.
Admiral Nalfien: Thank God.
Grand Moff Volrath: This place needs heaters. It will get cold out in space.
Admiral Nalfien: :headexplo
We also need a fish monster type character to be Admiral Akbar who wants to run away as soon as the battle starts.
Melvin: IT'S A TRAP!
Satnak: Not yet, idiot!
Melvin: Can I go then? This uniform is giving me a rash...
Erk, Roosevelt (in an R2 unit he built), and Jam (in gold plating) sit around a holo projection of a chess game. Terra watches them as the sounds of Kithle training Satnak in The Force are heard in the background.
Erk: (having just lost one of his pieces) RAAAAAAAARGH!!!!
Jam: What? He made a fair move. Screaming about it won't help you.
Roosevelt: *beep* *whisle* *woop* (i.h.h: I'm seriously going to kill someone for this :mad: )
Terra: I dunno. It's not wise to upset a Minotaur.
Jam: But, ma'am. No one worries about upsetting a 'droid...
Terra: That's because 'droids don't pull people's arms out of their sockets when they lose. (Erk leans back smugly) Minotaur's are known to do that.
Jam: I see your point, ma'am. I suggets a new strategy, R2. Let the Minotaur win.
Satnak - The last time i saw a minotaur pull someone's arms out for that was, when the little snot made a crack about the parents of the Mino' as part of the after game exchange. I held the brat still. :D
Terra - :uh-huh:
Kithle - :uh-huh: ooof (Satnak cheap shots him) here's a blast helmet and a training droid, keep the viser down. Gorram ribs always breaking on me dammit! (crawls to a corner and starts healing his ribs)
Satnak - helmet ,check .... droid, active .... Viser, down...
Droids fires
Satnak deflects with a x3 multiplier and a splitter
Terra - Ow watch it!! :mad:
Kithle - Dammit my eye!! :mad:
Droid gets smacked into Erk's head by Satnaks backswing.
Erk - AaruAwWWGH
Nalf/C3 - Aaaah shrapnel
Roosevelt/r2 - beep boo beep (what hit me?)
OOcat: Wait, wait, I'm confused, who who's Vader and who the Emperor?
Silver: We only contracted d'Vol because she's old and wants to take over the world. Plus she's got power.
Crow: She could be Dooku.
OOcat: So how many movies are we going to parody?
Silver: No, no, we'll just make her Sr.'s stunt man. We'll just write in another lightsaber fight.
OOcat: Wait! I'm thinking we could find a Mace Windu easily.
Crow: Well, NJ26 is already a clone, so it ties in to the Boba Fett thing.
Silver: General Grevious will be easy, since practically every member of this crew is slimy and cowardly.
Satnak: Stick to Episodes IV and VI before I trap you inside 2001!
OOcat: :mymy: :eek: Yes ma'am!
Crow: Well, we'll leave most of the V and VI parts out, since both Darths aren't Satnak's father. Let's not go the Return battle route, since Roosevelt is already tied up and Lisa is on the Death Star.
Silver: Let's clarify the roles: Darth Jarlot: Admiral Jarlot (maybe, maybe not) Apprentice 1: Captain Jarlot Tarkin: Volrath Leia: Lisa Han: Terra Luke: Satnak Obi-Wan: Kithle Yoda: Martha Greyholm Emperor stunt double: Erandis D'Vol Chewbacca: Erk R2-D2: Roosevelt C-3PO: Jam That still leaves Norbaz.
Crow: If we really need to we'll make him Lando. Chilli mining city. Why else would you need flash freezing?
Elsewhere Aerith, Neo-Tifa, P/Y/R and Beryl are dressed up in slave outfits.
Aerith: This is revoting I didn't up for this when they said 'folk dancers'... I thought it would be hoop skirts and Tanborines!
P/Y/R: Oh shut up! it's fine once the metal warms up to body temp...I wonder if they let me keep it. Mom Will you stop trying to strangle Tifa with the slave chains!
Beryl: Not until she stops moving...
Aerith: You know she is and outsider like us now SO SHE DOESN"T NEED TO BREATH! :banghead:
Beryl: I know But this is still fun! :P
A portal opens and a Large slimy psudopod smacks Squishie in to another room.
Aerith: What the...?
Beryl: Oh I said Juiblex could be Jabba the Hut... I think he is better the that little spider thing
[COLOR=DarkRed]Juiblex: [/COLOR]: Shoooopedk mubk poo [ Hey Beryl, does the party start after this?]
Aerith: What In the NINE HELL IS JUBLEX DOING HERE!? :headexplo
P/Y/R: He here for the DAY of the BEAST party we are having, duh.
Neo-Tifa: Whoo Party * Gahhh * [choked more by Beryl]
[COLOR=DarkRed]Juiblex: [/COLOR] Shull gullger google poo [ So if I'm Jabba do I get to kiss Lisa?]
Beryl: No I'm trying to stay on Terra's good side, you can do what ever to Aerith.
Aerith: :eek: :yuck:
[COLOR=DarkRed]Juiblex: [/COLOR] :dancin: :inlove: * Grabs the solor *
P/Y/R: You know Slime love is the purest from of loven' there is.
Squishy: Shoot, now I've been demoted to one of the spider-thing doorguards in Jabba's Palace.
Grand Moff Volrath: You look a lot like them. The only thing you had for Jabba was love of owning slaves.
Squishy: Why are you here, in Jabba Palace?
Grand Moff Volrath: Well, I... I don't know.
P/Y/R: To see me in a chain mail panties of course... Now [COLOR=Indigo]GET BACK IN THE CAKE! [/COLOR]
Aerith: Whoo.
- puts down the flame thrower*
P/Y/R: Holy crap.
Aerith: AND THAT is why only one man gets to touch me.
P/Y/R: Next time we should check the BOVD and weigh the CR against Solar Devas.....
Jarlot: Alright, I'm here to rescue you.
- wears Han's pants and carries blaster*
Aerith: You're Vader, not Han.
Jarlot: Damnit! WHO ELSE could be Han?! I'm the fricking Captain!
Jarlot: You can't have a FEMALE HAN! He's Harrison Ford! The guy everyone DREAMS of playing him!
Aerith: What about Chuck Norris?
Jarlot: Except Chuck Norris.
P/Y/R: OOooooo.
Jarlot: I liked you all better when you were seperate to be honest. Therefore, I'm introducing a problem to deal with your mischief since apparently tormenting Aerith is enough to be a problem for you.
Titus: HEYA!
P/Y/R: AHHHHH!
Jarlot: That should deal with them.
Aerith: What if they kill him?
Jarlot: It's Titus. I don't really care.
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