Fic: The Flight of the Lamborions (2/2)
Rose sighed softly as she watched a giant firefly glide overhead. “You’re missing it...”
“I’ve seen it before.” The Doctor mumbled, pressing another soft kiss to the side of her neck. “I’m seeing what I wanted to see...”
“Doctor...” She giggled softly and smacked his hand as he started fingering the collar of her shirt. “I’m not doing this here.”
“Doing what?” He asked, lifting his head to look into her eyes.
“You.” She replied with a smile before squinting her eyes against the brightness of the purple glow. “Not here, anyway. I mean...we’re on a bloody hill where anyone could see us.”
“I hadn’t thought about making love to you here.” He stated, arching an eyebrow at her. “Well, not until now. I just wanted to see what the light looked like against your skin...because it’s just as lovely as I’d thought it’d be reflected in your eyes. You’re sure I can’t persuade you?”
Rose laughed as she shook her head. “Yeah, I’m sure. But...you know, once we get back to the TARDIS...”
The Doctor thought for a moment and then nodded. “I guess it wouldn’t matter too much if we took some time for ourselves before we go find the Master.”
“Find what?” Rose asked, furrowing her brow.
“The Master. We might be able to lock onto the altered TARDIS’ flight path. Shouldn’t be that hard, really.” When he noticed the utter confusion in Rose’s eyes, he paused. “What?”
“What the hell are you talking about? Altered TARDIS? I thought we had the only TARDIS left. You said there wasn’t another one, I remember. I asked you about it ages ago. And...what is the Master?”
The Doctor felt a wave of panic rush through him. Pushing himself up, he knelt beside of Rose and placed his fingers against the side of her face.
As he closed his eyes in concentration, Rose smacked his thigh with the back of her hand. “Oi! Out of my head! We talked about that!”
His eyes snapped open as he removed his hand from her face. “You don’t remember. But...but, how...how did...you were there. Just earlier, you were there...before we went to the warehouse. You...you saw it...the altered TARDIS. You saw him...”
“What? Doctor...have you been into the burwold cider again?”
“Cider? No...I...” He stopped suddenly when he felt a gentle pull from deep within his mind.
The purple glow grew brighter around them and that’s when it hit him.
The Lamborions were taking their memories of their time on the planet. The memories of the rebellion, the Aterians...the Master.
“No! No, no, no! That’s not how it works!” He cried, staring up at the sky full of giant fireflies. “You don’t take the memories of visitors during a migration!”
One Lamborion paused in flight and sent one quick telepathic message to the Doctor.
In times of distress, not all should be remembered. And should those memories escape, they can come back to haunt you. I’m sorry, not all will be taken...only what is deemed for the greater good.
“For the greater good? You’re stealing our memories for the greater good of your planet? What about her planet?” The Doctor asked heatedly, staring at the Lamborion so intently that he didn’t notice the concern in Rose’s eyes.
Our concern is our world.
“And my concern is her!” The Doctor roared, blindly grabbing Rose’s hand and jumping to his feet.
Rose followed him, more out of necessity than anything else. “Doctor! What’s going on?”
He shook his head, the tug in his mind growing stronger as little details began to fade away. “We need to get to the TARDIS, Rose. Now!”
Instead of waiting for a reply, he took off at a run, pulling Rose along with him. If he could get to the TARDIS in time, maybe he’d be able to remember enough...all he had to do was remember that the Master had returned. He was back...and he needed to be stopped.
He clenched his jaw and fought against the pull in his mind.
And he ran faster, ignoring Rose’s continuous questions as to what was wrong.
There wasn’t enough time to answer her...not right now.
The Lamborion that had been communicating with the Doctor hovered over the hillside for a moment, watching the Doctor and Rose run towards the blue box. The creature’s sadness emanated around him, but the Doctor didn’t notice.
Rose thought she caught a sensation of something, but they had reached the TARDIS door just as she started to look back at the Lamborion.
And then she forgot that she’d caught a sensation of something.
* * *
The Doctor slammed the door of the TARDIS shut and ran up the ramp. Rose arched an eyebrow at him as he raced around to the opposite side of the console.
“What are you in such a hurry for then?” She asked as the Doctor reached up to tweak a knob on the monitor.
He furrowed his brow as he stared at the monitor, slowly moving his hand to the back of his head. He scratched at his scalp and then shrugged a shoulder.
“Dunno. I’m sure that I had an agenda though...”
“Yeah, you did.” Rose chuckled as she ambled up the ramp, unzipping her hoodie as she went. “But, I’m pretty sure it didn’t have anything to do with that.”
He glanced over at her, inhaling sharply as she draped her discarded jacket over the padded railing. “I’m not. I mean...I’m not sure that it didn’t have anything to do with...” He gestured towards the monitor as he cleared his throat. “Not sure it matters now though.”
“Is watching the migration an aphrodisiac or anything?” She asked as she stopped in front of him and pulled the button on his jacket free.
“Not that I’m aware of.” He responded in a tone that was slightly deeper than normal.
“Must just be you then, huh?” She grinned, leaning up on her toes to press a kiss to his lips.
“Must be...” He murmured before sliding his arms around her and deepening the kiss.
Rose pulled from the kiss after a few long moments, grinning when the Doctor whimpered softly. “Do we need to leave right now? I mean...should we kinda...postpone this until we’re somewhere else?”
“What?” He stared at her for a split-second and then his eyes widened. “Oh! Oh, right, yes! We, uh…we should go. Because of the migration and…well, we don’t want to get caught up in the changing atmosphere or anything.”
When he continued to stand there, in front of her with his arms draped loosely around her, she chuckled and gently stroked his chest. “Go on, then…I’ll go grab a quick shower and meet you - ”
“In the bedroom?” He interrupted with a hopeful questioning tone.
“Unless you want me to come back here…” She replied with a playful waggle of her eyebrows.
The lights dimmed slightly in the room and he grinned. “You know she doesn’t like it when we have sex in here…”
“And whose fault’s that?” She asked, leaning up to give him another quick peck on the lips before stepping out of his embrace.
“Oh, it’s mine…” The Doctor admitted with a chuckle, running his hand through his hair as he took a step towards the console. “But, how was I supposed to know that you were going to secrete all over the control panel?”
“Secrete? Did you really just say ‘secrete’?”
He blushed lightly as she laughed. “Would you rather me say that you came so hard that a few circuits shorted out and the TARDIS refused to help me do any of the repairs?”
Rose’s laugh stopped abruptly and she bit her bottom lip. A smile danced in his eyes when he recognized the act as her doing her best to control her arousal. He gestured towards the hallway with a flick of his hand and cleared his throat.
“Go on…I’ll get us anchored somewhere safe and then…I’m all yours.”
“You won’t be long?”
“Ten quid says I’ll be in the bedroom before you’re out of the shower.”
Rose grinned brightly. “You’re on!”
He watched her run out of the console room and then turned his attention to the monitor. “All right…let’s head out, what do you say, sweetheart?”
The TARDIS gave an agreeable hum and the Doctor smiled as the rotor began to move.
* * *
Rose ran into the bedroom, water dripping from the ends of her hair only to be absorbed by the thick green robe that she was wearing. She glanced at the bed and smiled triumphantly.
“He owes me ten bloody quid!”
“Do I?” His deep voice asked from the other side of the room.
She spun around to find him leaning against the dresser with a smug grin on his face and his arms crossed over his chest. His bare chest. She cast a quick glance over his body and quickly determined that he was, in fact, very nearly bare everywhere…and would’ve been completely bare had he not been still wearing his underwear. Underwear that did absolutely nothing to conceal his state of arousal.
“You cheated! You had to have cheated!”
He scoffed as he pushed away from the dresser. “I did not! Have you ever known me to cheat?”
When she arched an eyebrow at him, he rolled his eyes.
“Okay, that time on Traclodis, yeah…but technically that wasn’t cheating. I didn’t know the rules of the game…and I had to get across the river. All they said was that I had to be dry…they didn’t say anything about not using a sonic screwdriver to - ”
“You cheated…”
The corner of his mouth twitched in amusement. “Yeah, I suppose I did…then, not now. I won this little wager honestly…you owe me ten quid.”
She batted her eyelashes at him and licked her lips. “No pockets…can I give it to you later?”
“Buy me a cake with edible ball bearings on it the next time we’re in London and we’ll call it even, yeah?” He replied, taking a step closer to her. “Not really concerned about ten quid at the moment, if you want the truth.”
“Where are we?” She asked, doing her best to not shiver as he pulled the belt on the robe free.
“Does it matter?” He sighed, parting the material of the robe to expose her freshly showered body.
“Well, yeah…if we’re stuck in the path of an asteroid or something.”
He stared into her eyes and chuckled softly. “You watch far too much telly…when have you ever known me to put us in the path of an asteroid?”
“Well…” The robe fell to the floor and she finally shivered as his hands smoothed down her sides to rest on her hips. “Um…never?”
“Not going to start now.” He whispered, lowering his mouth to her collarbone.
She slid her arms around him and clutched at his back as he nibbled his way to the base of her throat. “Where…where are we?”
He smiled against her skin and glided his lips down the slope of her right breast. “On the outer rim of the Ramseria galaxy…”
She shuddered as his tongue flicked against her nipple. “We’re…um…we’re safe?”
“Completely.” He replied, lifting his head to look into her eyes. “Would you like to see?”
Rose shook her head and slid her hands down to his waist. “Only want to see you right now…I’m naked and you’re not. That’s not very fair, is it?”
“Depends on your view…” His eyes roamed over her body and his fingers tightened against her hips. “My view happens to be quite lovely…”
She grinned and hooked her fingers into the waistband of the briefs he was wearing. “Mine could be lovelier…”
His hold on her loosened, allowing her to lower herself to her knees in front of him. “Rose…”
She looked up at him, smiling softly as she slid the briefs down his thighs. “Yeah?”
“I…” He paused as she leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on the underside of his erection. “Oh…”
She continued to work his underwear down his legs, smiling as he obediently lifted first one foot and then the other so that she could remove the briefs completely. She placed a line of kisses along the length of his cock…stopping when she reached the head.
When he slipped his left hand into her hair, she looked up at him and took a deep breath. “Can I?”
He hesitated for a moment, not because he didn’t like what she was proposing. In fact, it was the complete opposite. He loved the sensation of her mouth on him…loved how it felt to briefly slip into her throat.
He just wasn’t fond of her being on her knees…it seemed too subservient to him. Even if that wasn’t how she saw it.
“Doctor?”
His fingers twitched against her scalp as he swallowed hard. “Rose…”
They had discussed his feelings about this before…on more than one occasion. She was working on pushing through the ‘wall of subservience’, as he had called it…she’d been working on it for a while and had been able to make some headway…
She nearly chuckled at that thought, but successfully stifled it.
The point was…he still wasn’t completely comfortable with her on her knees in front of him with his cock in her mouth. And so she placed a warm, open-mouthed kiss on the head of his erection and then gestured towards the bed.
“Help me up?”
He reached down and took her hand, smiling softly as he pulled her up. “Sorry, I just…not yet, yeah?”
“You know you don’t have to apologize…” She stated, pressing a kiss to his chest.
“You…like doing it though.” He sighed, running his hand through her hair in an effort to brush the blond tresses back from her face. “And I don’t exactly hate it, you know?”
“Yep…” She grinned and kissed his chin, lightly scraping her teeth against his skin. “So, let’s go to bed and - ”
He interrupted her with a sudden kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth as he easily lifted her into his arms. He turned slightly and took two steps forward…until her back was resting against the nearest wall. When he felt her nails scratch at the back of his neck as she curled her legs around him, he pulled from the kiss and took a deep, shuddering breath.
“I love you.”
Rose’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. She knew that he loved her, there was no question about that. He showed her every single day how much he loved her, he just didn’t say it very often. She had asked him about it at one point, when it had been weighing on her mind, and he had explained that he didn’t want those words to become only words. He had wanted them to mean something each time he said them.
And they did...they meant so much when they tumbled from his lips.
“I love you too.” She whispered in reply, gently rubbing her thumb along his jaw.
He gave a soft, happy sigh and brushed his lips across hers once more...refusing to let the kiss slip out of control again. “Do you realize how close you just came to being fucked against the wall?”
Rose chuckled and stroked the hair covering the nape of his neck. “Do you realize how much I don’t care where we are?”
“Yep...” He replied with a grin before turning and quickly walking the short distance to the bed. His grin faded slightly as he lowered her to the mattress and gently brushed the hair back from her face. “But, you deserve more, Rose. Tonight it needs to be more than that...”
Rose’s brow furrowed with concern. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. At least, I don’t think anything’s wrong. Well, something may be wrong somewhere, but...right here, nothing’s wrong. Why?”
“You just sounded...serious.”
“Well, loving you is a serious thing...” He replied, smiling as she rolled her eyes at him. “I just want to make love with you, that’s all. And holding you up against the wall while I...well, that’s not what I really want tonight. Is that okay?”
“Yeah...” She breathed as she reached up to run her fingers through his thoroughly mussed hair. “Yeah, that’s really okay.”
He smiled and ghosted his fingertips over the smooth skin between her breasts, clucking his tongue when she arched her chest up towards him. “Humans...so impatient...”
“Time Lords...such teases...” She countered, bending her right leg and resting her knee against his hip.
He raised an eyebrow at her and moved his hand from her chest to her knee, making sure to brush his long fingers along the underside of her breast as he did. “Time Lord, not Lords...”
She ran her hand down his chest, pausing to lightly scrape her nails over his nipple, and licked her lips. “That just means that one hundred percent of the Time Lord population tease their girlfriends...and only about seventy percent of the human population has trouble with impatience. Humans win...”
He gave her a crooked grin as he slowly rubbed his thumb along her inner thigh. “Interesting statistics...come up with those on your own?”
“Not much thinking involved with yours...” She mumbled, eyes fluttering closed as his hand made steady progress towards her aching centre. “Doctor...”
He inhaled sharply as his thumb encountered her soft, damp curls. “You make it so hard...”
She blindly reached between their bodies and easily found his thick erection. “Mm-hm...”
His hips jerked involuntarily as she curled her fingers around the shaft. “Oh...oh, that’s...well, that’s not what I meant really.”
He cleared his throat as she opened her eyes. “But, you do...I mean, yeah...you make it, that...um...me, you make me hard, but...I meant that you make it hard to take things slowly.”
“Oh...” She ran her tongue along her bottom lip as she gave his cock a firm stroke. “Is that a bad thing?”
“What? No...no not really. Or...not at all. It’s just...” He swallowed thickly, his eyes darkening a shade as his fingers easily found her swollen and fairly wet clitoris. “I’d be happy simply touching and tasting you until six in the morning...”
“Why six?” She asked before giving a soft moan as his fingers explored her sensitive flesh.
“At six we’ll have a brilliant view of the star shower…it’s pretty amazing. Not as amazing as the migration of the Lamborions, but…it’s something worth showing you.” He rambled, glancing down and licking his lips as he watched his middle finger slip inside of her. “But…you’re so warm and…wet. Soaking, actually…so very ready for me…”
“Uh-huh…” She murmured, letting her hand fall from his erection as she arched her hips towards him. “Really…really ready…”
“When you’re this ready…I just want to be inside of you.” He lifted his eyes to hers, holding her gaze as he pushed a second finger into her. “And as much as I want to touch and taste you for the next three hours and twenty-two minutes, I…think I need to…”
Rose gripped the sheet beneath her, whimpering as the Doctor removed his fingers and leaned over her. She felt his wet fingers circle her left nipple as his lips brushed over her temple.
“Doctor…”
He easily recognized the frustration in her voice and fought back a smile. Instead, he gently pinched her nipple and moved his mouth to her ear as she gasped.
“Rose…” He breathed, allowing his lips to graze the cartilage. “Three hours is far too long to wait to fuck you.”
She shifted underneath him, letting go of the sheet and moving her hands to his sides. “Then don’t wait...”
“But, see…I don’t want to fuck you either.” He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. “I want…need, actually...I need you. I need to be inside of you…I need - ”
She interrupted him by catching him by surprise and flipping him onto his back. She straddled his hips and placed two fingers over his lips.
“You need to stop talking. Or…slow down your talking. I don’t mind the talking, really…as long as you’re talking about - ”
His eyes sparkled as he pressed a kiss to her fingers and took his turn at interrupting her. “I like it when you’re on top.”
“Yeah, see? That’s good talking…” She grinned and leaned forward slightly, taking her fingers from his lips and resting her hand on his chest. “Why do you like it when I’m on top?”
“Well…”
Rose furrowed her brow as a thought occurred to her. “If you say something about me doing all the work, I’m not going to be happy.”
“What?” He asked, sliding his hands up her thighs to rest on her hips. “No, I love the way your hair falls across your eyes as you look down at me…I love watching you throw your head back when you come…and I love watching the beads of sweat roll down between your breasts…and…your breasts…”
She offered him a smile, reaching down to guide his erection through her wet folds. “What about my breasts?”
He swallowed hard as she lowered herself onto him, surrounding his thick cock with her heat. “They…bounce. It’s very…very, um…oh, Rose…”
“Know what I like about being on top?” Rose asked, slowly beginning to move.
He shook his head, fingers tightening on her hips as he moved with her. “Tell me…”
“I can feel you…deeper…completely…” She sighed, sitting up straighter and covering his left hand with her right. “All I feel is you…and it’s like nothing else matters…just us…”
His eyes drifted to her breasts and he groaned softly as they jostled with their movements. He’d heard the term ‘breast man’ during one of their trips to a pub with Mickey and his mates…but, he hadn’t been sure of what it meant until he asked Rose later. When she explained it to him, he had automatically glanced at her chest…and knew instantly that he was a ‘breast man’.
As long as they were Rose’s breasts.
“I love you, Doctor.” She whispered, increasing her speed as she felt her orgasm quickly approach.
He looked back up in time to see her throw her head back as she moaned. He watched a small bead of sweat roll down the side of her neck and muttered something in his native tongue when he felt her inner walls begin to spasm around him.
And then he heard it…his name on her cry. He smiled as he felt her come…her fluid gushing around him as she literally screamed in pleasure.
He moved quickly, pulling her down to his chest and then rolling their bodies. She gasped as he hooked his right arm under her left knee and resumed his long, hard thrusts.
“God…Doctor!”
As much as he wanted to take his time, he knew that he’d come with her next orgasm. He knew that without a doubt. When he felt her curl her right leg around him and her hands clutch at his back, he pressed his forehead against hers.
“Rose…tell me…”
“Huh?” She murmured, arching her hips as much as she could to pull him deeper within her.
“Tell me you know…”
His breath was hot against her face and the tremble in his voice was nearly enough to make her come again. “Know what?”
He felt his hearts pound in his chest as he struggled to keep his orgasm at bay for just a few more moments. “That I love you…tell me you know that I love you…”
With a bit of effort she was able to move her right hand from his back to the side of his face. The first time they’d made love she had been a little surprised at just how much he had perspired, considering how much lower his normal body temperature was than a human’s. She inhaled a shaky breath as she ran her fingertips through his sweat-soaked hair.
“I do know, Doctor. I know you love me...and I know how much you love me.” She whispered emphatically, pressing warm kisses to his cheek and then along his jaw. “I know.”
He held himself above her and stared into her eyes. Suddenly, a vision of an old childhood friend appeared in his mind for the briefest of moments. His pace faltered, almost as if he’d stumbled, and she gave a soft moan.
“Sorry...” He mumbled, shaking his head in confusion.
“What happened?” She asked, her eyes fluttering closed as he quickly resumed his thrusts.
“Not sure...not important though...” He replied, brushing his lips across hers.
“Sure?” She gasped as he pushed her even closer to orgasm, her hand falling from his head to land on the bed.
“Positive.” He grunted, grabbing her hand and lacing their fingers together. “Rose...”
“Yeah...I’m close too...almost there, Doctor...” She panted, curling her fingers around his as he pressed the back of her hand against the mattress.
He wasn’t sure why he’d just thought of the Master, but had to admit that at this moment, he didn’t really care why. Maybe he would later, but...
Rose arched her back, screaming his name as she came for the second time.
He watched her thrash beneath him and with one final thrust, allowed himself release. He shuddered almost violently, her name leaving his lips on a guttural groan as he came deep within her.
He shifted as she gasped for breath, carefully pulling out of her and moving to her side. He sighed happily as she rolled to face him, gliding her trembling lips over his chest as he wrapped his arms around her.
“Did I ever tell you about the Master?” He asked, pressing a soft kiss in her hair.
Used to his bizarre choices of post-coital conversation, she chuckled and snuggled closer to him. “Nope...sounds ominous though...the Master.”
“Just the name he chose for himself...like I chose ‘Doctor’ for myself.”
“Oh...friend of yours then?” She asked, sliding her hand down to his hip as she tilted her head enough to look into his eyes.
“Before he lost his mind, yeah...not so much afterwards.” He ran a hand through his wet hair and narrowed his eyes. “Not sure why he came to mind...been years since I’ve thought about him.”
“Hard to tell...” Rose offered, gently pushing him onto his back and resting her head on his shoulder. “Wanna talk about him?”
“No...not really.” He curled his arm around her and took a deep breath. “I think I want to tell Jackie about us.”
She lifted her head and widened her eyes at him. “What?”
“She should know, shouldn’t she?”
“That we have sex?”
“Oh, I think she already knows that.” He stated calmly, rubbing her back as he continued as though she wasn’t staring at him in shock. “I meant that I’d like her to know that we’re in love. I think she should know, don’t...”
He trailed off, finally recognizing her flustered expression. “What? You don’t think she should know? It might put her mind at ease...I mean with the travelling and everything...”
“How would she know that we have sex?” Rose finally asked.
“Um...” The Doctor reddened slightly and took a deep breath.
“You told her?” She asked, her tone rising in panic. “Why...why would you tell her that we - ”
“I didn’t tell her, Rose. Why would I willingly subject myself to...” He sighed and reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “She saw me come out of your room the time before last...when you wanted me to stay instead of going back to the TARDIS. Remember?”
“Oh. But we were quiet...I made sure that I was quiet.”
“Yep...” He agreed with a grin. “But, how did you make sure?”
“I bit your...” She glanced at his shoulder, her mouth dropping open. “Oh my God...when you went to the loo, you didn’t put your shirt back on...”
“Nope...which probably would’ve been enough to make her question it. The bite mark was just confirmation of her suspicions, I would assume.”
“What did she say?”
“Nothing. That was weird, I thought. I don’t think she was all that shocked...but, I would’ve expected her to hit me...or at least give me a lecture on human biology. As if I don’t already know all about it.”
Rose thought for a second and then chuckled. At the Doctor’s raised eyebrow, she laid back down next to him.
“She knows...that we love each other, I mean. I think she’s known that I’ve loved you since before you regenerated...and you’re not really all that good at hiding your feelings, you know?”
“I’m not?” He asked, genuinely surprised that she would even suggest that he couldn’t hide his feelings.
She laughed and shook her head, draping her right arm over his abdomen as she slipped her leg over his. “How long until the star shower thingy?”
“An hour and a half, give or take...”
“An hour and a half?” She asked, glancing at the clock on the bedside table. “What happened to the three hours we had when we came to bed?”
He grinned and ran his tongue over his teeth. “We had sex...”
“Really great sex.” She amended, sighing as he gently stroked her breast. “Just didn’t realize it was that much really great sex...”
“Any ideas on how to spend the next little while?” He asked teasingly.
Her eyes sparkled as she allowed her hand to drift down to his quickly re-emerging erection. “A couple...”
There was a niggling sensation in the back of his mind...something that had to do with the Master. Something that he should probably think about...write down...discuss with the TARDIS...or something.
He bit his lip, a smile in his eyes as he watched her place a loving kiss on the head of his cock.
The Master was gone. He’d been lost years ago...decades ago. Centuries, even...depending on where in time they were.
He had plenty of time to think about that later. Right now, there was something else he’d rather concentrate on.
He groaned as Rose stared into his eyes as she pulled his erection into her mouth.
And just like that, he pushed all thoughts of his one-time friend from his mind. No reason to think about someone who couldn’t possibly cause any problems...not when Rose Tyler had her lips wrapped around his cock and was pouring her love for him into her eyes for him to see.
He wasn’t sure when he’d had a better day than the one he’d had this day.
The migration of the Lamborions...time spent with Rose with no hint of danger. He wished that he could give her more days such as this.
He made a silent vow to work on that.
* * *
A few thousand years behind the Doctor and Rose, Harold Saxon married a young woman named Lucy.
Harold had ambitions. Dreams that wouldn’t be stopped by anyone. It just might take some time to see them come to fruition.
He grinned and leaned over to give his new bride a kiss.
“I’m going to be Prime Minister one day.” He whispered to her.
Lucy grinned and ran her fingertips along his jaw. She just married a man who would one day lead England’s government.
Who wouldn’t be happy about that?
~ End