DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything, especially the scientific names for the Orders that moths and spiders belong to! Sos don't complain to me about it if it's missing! ...Oh, that, and I don't own Invader Zim!

AUTHOR'S NOTES: I use this story as a starting base for many of my little story ideas, so much so, that I thought it'd be necessary before I start anything, to type it up. It'll give a nice little background, and if I need to, I can copy and paste it whole or in part into a story if I need to reference it! Sos, anyways, here it is! It's NOT REALLY DATR, but being the starting point of so many of my story ideas, it needed to be typed up, thence, it could be DATR depending on the story. There are a few ideas I have that branch off from this one idea, just sos you get the point. Geeze, did I just do a Mojo-Jojo?! *Exclaims* I'M SUDDENLY IN THE POWERPUFF GIRLS UNIVERSE, AND I'M A MONKEEEYYY! *Runs away, screaming.*

Lepidoptera and Arachnidia

Part 1; In Which Finds Dib and Tak's Ship Arguing Pointlessly in Such an Amusing Fashion, as I See Fit, and an Interesting Development Transpires

Dib stared at the screen, which illuminated him with briefly with intermittent flashes of light. The dull glow from his lap-top screen faintly reflected in his lenses. There was something irritating him with this recent look into the operating system of Tak's ship. Although he had previously ignored it as some sort of warning signal, ie, "Flight Systems compromised", or something along those lines, after he'd fixed everything else, he still got this same annoying signal. (Technically, it took Gaz's anger to fix the ship, but he didn't like admitting more than a little help from his younger sister.) He'd tried running a diagnostic, but it was hard to figure out what the readings were when everything was in Irken -words, measurements, etc.

He sighed and held the bridge of his nose to relieve the eye-strain. Although his lenses had a special coating designed by his dad to reduce eye-strain during long sessions on the computer, it was still difficult to spend more than ten hours staring at it. And he was getting hungry.

Leaning back, he tried asking his computer, which was connected to the ship's computer, one last command. "Computer, can't you tell me anything about this strange warning signal? Like, I don't know, ...phw-ANYTHING?!" He sighed in exhasperation.

{Yeah, FINALLY, you're asking the right questions!} Exclaimed the ship's computer suddenly. Since the personality programming had been deleted prior, he decided to give it a voice like he was used to. So he simply used the same voice program from his lap-top. Some random woman's voice. It was nice-sounding and impersonal. A change he found very pleasant. But the Irken ship still had an amazing A.I. program, which, when not programmed with a personality, formulated a simulated real personality over a period of time with continued usage. Meaning that his ship now sounded like an annoyed older sister. Yay. Just what he needed -another sister!

Dib leaned his head up just a bit, enough to ask, "HUH?!"

{Uhm, YEAH~ What part of 'ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE' doesn't register?!} It asked in an annoyed voice.

"U-uoh. But -uh..." Dib started to ask, but the computer had more to say about this.

{ANYWAYS, about this signal you've been wondering about and quite frankly, RUDELY shoving your nose into all my files and things to understand -by the way, we've simply GOT to do SOMETHING about your rather limp grasp on simple Irken script!- THIS is a tracking signal. Ding-dong.} It added the last part in just as it finished its evaluation. It was also starting to take on a "Southern woman and annoying, pushy Aunt" personality. Dang. He'd have to fix that; but he was afraid to even touch the personality matrix after that last misadventure.

"A TRACKING SIGNAL!?" Exclaimed Dib in shock. "Auphuh! What KIND of tracking signal!?" He almost couldn't form the words he was so excited. The ship revelled in the pleasure of being the one to inform him of something so obvious, he'd spent the past twelve and a half hours trying to figure it out.

{The tracking signal for the escape pod,} Informed the ship, with a slight edge of smile in its voice. {What, you think the engineers didn't think to include that little bit of tech just because you normally wouldn't expect the main body of the ship to survive if you used the escape pod?} Now its voice was genuinely grinning, pleased with its new reveal and with how it got to punish him for invading its databanks so rudely. HIM, an alien child, simply waltzing right in and expecting to suddenly claim the ship for his own, just because he salvaged it?! Not if THIS ship had anything to say about it!

"Alright, alRIGHT, I get it, it was obvious! Geeze!" Sighing, he pushed his glasses up on his face and wondered briefly whether he should wash them, while he hoped he'd get the information he needed out of this ship. Perhaps Tak had the right idea, including her own personality as part of the ship -but he couldn't get it to work right. Oh, well.

{AND, if I may be so bold,} it continued.

"Of COURSE you would," mumbled Dib.

{It leads straight to a planetary body in a closer orbit around the sun, typically referred to as, "Venus",} the computer continued, undaunted. The thought of reuniting with its original re-builder and owner was spurring it onward in helping Dib. After all, if the escape pod was there, then Tak was most surely nearby. Especially on that planet.

"VENUS?!" Exclaimed Dib incredulously. "But Venus is UNINHABITABLE! Th-then that means that..."

{Yes. Either she was in danger after she escaped and was forced to land on the planet, or she's using it as a base of operations. Considering its orbit is quite similar to this planet's, that wouldn't be too improbable.} The computer seemed to smile a bit at this. Dib almost wanted to know what it was planning, but the current situation kept his attention.

"Wow! Geeze, this is gonna' be tough! ...Hm...even if she's injured, I can't exactly take her on by myself! ...Hhhmmm...I don't think she'd be that badly injured. She seemed pretty tough. How the heck did Zim beat her, anyways? No, wait, better yet, if she's still alive and well, is she still plotting to take over the Earth?" Dib rubbed his chin in thought, strangely reminicent of his father.

{Um, first questions first. She wasn't injured when her pod ejected.} Responded the ship. Even though it didn't want to help Dib any more than barely necessary, it was also trying to get him to track down Tak. The sooner he tried to, the sooner it could get to Tak. From his previous experiences, Dib decided he'd better rig the systems so they wouldn't work without his command. The ship had threatened him several times; so it was an understandable precaution. So the ship had to convince him to go along with its plan.

"Huh? You mean, she's alright? Then, she's probably just using Venus as a base to spy on Earth!" Replied Dib.

{Possibly. However, there is still the possiblility that she was injured in a crash-landing on the planet's surface,} replied the ship. It sounded slightly concerned. This seemed strange to Dib, and made him think a minute.

"Hhmmm...if that's true, then...hey, can't you track that signal, and, like, find out from the escape pod's computer what happened? I mean, you know, can't you at least get the flight data, like, oh, say...an airplane's little black box, or something?" Asked Dib. He figured they would have some sort of saved flight data; it wasn't the most insanely illogical idea in the entire universe.

{Well, of course. Here, it'll take just a second...} a few beeping sounds later, and the ship, which was now more compliant -a little too compliant, Dib thought- retrieved the data. {This is the data from the escape pod after Tak ejected.} The screen then changed to something completely different.

It was mostly black, and in the center was a circle with the main picture. It looked like a heat-signature reading, shaped like Tak, and to the left of the circle it read off various levels of things in Irken. Despite the Irken script, Dib could understand that these levels were probably related to navigation and internal systems. Floating around her in the apparently gravity-free pod were pieces of pale gray somethings. To the right of the main circle, a small list was displayed, with lines indicating the floating pieces of pale gray somethings. He wondered slightly what the levels on the read-out were registering, but he stopped when he heard her speaking. He paid rapt attention.

"I don't even know HOW you did it, ZIM! You're not even an INVADER, YOU KNOW!? The Tallest LIIIEEED TO YOU! Your mission's all a big LIIIEEEEE! I'll come back, and, ah-"

The pod's interior suddenly jostled, and the read-out to the left went crazy with changing symbols. "Th-That-!" Exclaimed Dib suddenly. "WHAT did SHE JUST SAY?!" He said, grabbing his hair and head. The playback on the screen paused.

{Oh, what? You didn't think that they'd actually send out someone as incompetent as ZIM, just to conquer a planet full of water, did you?!} The computer almost laughed. The look on Dib's face was mixed with shock, disbelief, and horror. {The fact is, he's just a criminal! He was exiled here to this planet, just because he's such a horrible, destructive bane on civilization's existence!}

"Wh-wh-WHAT?!" Exclaimed Dib in further incomprehension.

{Of course, the fact is, he's the reason half the Irken homeworld was destroyed. He got inside a giant mecha and started rampaging without even waiting to be sent to the enemy planet. Pshh, it wasn't even his own mecha! He wasn't supposed to be operating that thing!} Dib's jaw was so far dropped, it would've hit the floor if the table hadn't been in the way. {He was banished to Foodcourtia to be a Food Service Drone, but he escaped somehow, and was able to get back, just as the Great Assigning was being held, which assigned the Invaders to their designated planets. Apparently his denial knows no bounds~!} Adding that last part, the ship seemed to roll its eyes. Dib could certainly agree with that assessment, but what he didn't understand was why in the heck he'd never heard of this.

"H-h-HEY!" He suddenly shouted. "If what you're saying is TRUE, then how come I've never heard of it, HUH!?"

{Oh, PLEASE! You've been operating all this time under the assumption that Zim is an actual Invader. You never once even stopped to consider the facts: That he's too dumb, destructive, and self-defeating to even begin to conquer anything! At the most, he'd just destroy it!} The computer commented succinctly. It had a point. All this time, Dib hadn't stopped to wonder why the Irkens even wanted this planet.

"W-w-whell..." he had to think. It seemed the most likely scenario, but just because this ship, which had recently begun to distinguish itself with its own personality, and which had previously shown itself to be difficult to utilize because of its Irken origins, decided to reveal this information to him, that didn't mean that it was telling the truth. "I don't know... I'll still need more proof than just that! I mean, you're an Irken ship! So how can I assume you'd just tell me the truth? And besides, you've been pretty mean to me, before. I don't think you'd just tell me something like this without an ulterior motive. I think I'll hack into Zim's computer and find out for sure!" He replied, smirking, finally feeling more confident.

{Gggrrr...} the ship inwardly shuddered. {Dib, the moments when you finally choose to use your intellect are the most mysterious, indeed!} Sighing, then, it continued, {But, so be it! If that's what it'll take to get it through your big head, then you might as well! You'll just find out the truth, anyways!}

Smirking and feeling significantly more dominant, Dib cracked a smile and said, "Okay, then! Now, what to- Oh, right! We need to finish watching this!" He said, pointing at the screen.

Sighing silently once again, the ship continued the playback on his lap-top. Tak was continuing to scream, but it died down after she finally regained control of the escape pod. Instead of going somewhere else, though, Tak instructed the pod to land on Venus. Just why wasn't she going to some Irken outpost? Dib voiced this concern to the ship's computer.

{Uhm, I don't know either, Chief. It might just be because she's tired from the fight and wants to re-think her strategy. If I know Tak, that also means...} The ship's computer trailed off in thought, leaving Dib practically squirming to know what it meant.

"What?! What do you mean, 'it also means'?! Huh?! Huh?! WHAT?!" He almost shook his lap-top. Sighing, the computer replied simply.

{I think it just means that she had another strategy in mind. That's all,} it said, like it was the most simple thing in the entire universe.

"Oh," said Dib. Then he continued watching. After a while, Tak's pod landed, and she began to inspect the surroundings. Nothing showed up on scanners, but then some strange beeps sounded. It immediately went silent, leaving Tak looking somewhat nervous, but she continued what she was doing. Opening communications, she called in a few favors, and managed to get some equipment sent to her. "Ah-hah! I was right! She's using Venus as her new base of operations!" Exclaimed Dib. The ship's computer just groaned and sighed.

As he continued watching, he noted how she turned her attention to the floating gray pieces, which he soon learned were the dismantled bits of her robot, Mimi. She seemed to care a lot more for this than the other things she was doing. She took particular care in assembling and scanning it, even apologizing once in a low tone for having to dismantle it. 'Huh. She sure seems to care for it.' He thought. "I wonder why?" He said aloud. The ship seemed a bit surprised when he spoke up.

{Hm?! What?} It asked.

"Uhm, oh," Dib realized that he hadn't been speaking aloud like usual. "I said, I wonder why Tak seems to care for that robot?"

Sighing in what seemed to be a revealing sadness, the ship replied, {Oh, that's because she built Mimi herself. She also built me when she was on planet Dirt. By hand. From JUNK.} It seemed to accentuate this last bit more strongly than the rest.

"Wow! You mean, she built herself that robot and you-an entire spaceship, from scraps!? Cool~!" Dib seemed sufficiently impressed, and the ship let it rest. For some reason, her building an entire ship and robot minion from scraps was far more impressive to him than her building a giant magma pump that would suck out the molten core of a planet and re-fill it with snacks. Huh.

After watching for what seemed like an agonizing amount of time, Dib finally asked, "Hey, by the way, what's that planet you mentioned? Planet Dirt?" He asked. But just then, the Tak on screen, having been mainly quiet, spoke up.

"Opening communications. Ah! Colonel Puffs! How good to see you again~!" She said in seemingly saccrine tones. She wasn't doing this because she liked him, obviously.

"Colonel Puffs? Who's he?" Dib asked; but the computer shushed him.

"Tak," the outline on the lap-top screen did nothing to show Dib more detailed features; just that the person looked Irken with some sort of metallic plates or perhaps just a design, on his head. To Dib it looked mechanical. "I'll get straight to the point. What have you done about that horrible Zim menace?!" He said Zim's name like it was pure and absolute poison.

"I'm-" Tak's voiced seemed to falter, but soon it picked up, "I've had a small set-back," she replied, saying the last words like they hurt her to speak. "It appears he's just as absurdly impossible to destroy as ever," she seemed to dislike this. Just who was this guy she was talking to? Dib wished he could find out.

"Listen, I don't want any more excuses! That stupid idiot has caused more trouble than even you could know! I just want him done with! Is that clear!?" He exclaimed in a typically loud military shout. Why did they always shout in the military?!

"Yes, Sir! I won't disappoint you again," Tak said with a certain amount of disgust, bowing her head slightly. The screen blinked off; it was then that Dib realized she had recieved an incoming call, not initiated it. Huh. How did she recieve a call if she was in an escape pod away from her ship? Did Irkens have personal communication devices? Maybe that was contained inside their Paks?

Although there was nothing else of importance happening, Dib still paid rapt attention as Tak swore under her breath in untranslated curses. The ship apparently didn't want to translate this part. Maybe it was protecting him from bad language? Dib almost smiled at this. That would be more like a big sister, then, wouldn't it? "Hey, computer, who was that?" He asked. "He seemed like someone important, but Tak sure didn't seem to like him!"

{On the contrary,} replied the computer, {They get along quite well. That was a commander in the Irken military who was also, er, shall we say... "terribly inconvenienced"... by Zim. He lost his legs and right eye during one of Zim's other destructive shenanigans. Thankfully, Irken genetecists can clone new eyes and limbs...but he preferred to keep cybernetic legs as opposed to having new ones cloned for him. He likes it because of all the weapons he can stick on 'em. He and Tak met after she escaped from planet Dirt where she was forced to take a job as a Janitorial Drone after-}

"Okay, OKAY! Wait a minute! Just a second, where exactly does this story begin?!" Dib had to stop the computer from continuing before he became cross-eyed with delirium. Either he had seriously been staring at this computer screen too long, or he was just stuck in the middle of a narrative for a really looooooooong story!

The computer stopped and even seemed to take a deep breath. Just why did it need to take a deep breath? It didn't breathe! ...Or did it? He had to stop and think about that for a minute, but the computer continued, undaunted. {Fifty years ago on the Irken Military Training planet, Devastis, Tak had been readying herself for the final test to become one of the Irken Elite Soldiers. An "Invader", if you will. However, because of an explosion, the power-block for that entire half of the planet was blown. Tak was sealed inside her dormatory for a long time until rescue crews finally arrived. Not that that was the main problem. The other half of the planet still had power, and the testing continued, uninterrupted, on that side. Although she pleaded with the Control Brain to let her take the test, it was no use. The next test was in seventy years. Because she had no other qualifications, she was placed on a Janitorial squad and sent to planet Dirt. Planet Dirt is mainly a junkyard planet, where things are scrapped for parts to be recycled. But, its frequent dust-storms mean things need constant attention and cleaning. Hence its name. She built me during her time there and managed to escape. She built Mimi later. She researched what had happened on planet Devastis for many years, and finally, upon realizing it was Zim's doing, she made many contacts, er, "associates", as you would say, who also had problems with Zim. This would include any Irken born within the past 100 years... In any case, that Colonel Puffs, was one of her financial supporters who backed her when she needed supplies to build the Magma Pump.} The computer finally stopped its long monologue and seemed to need a breather. For a ship, that was pretty strange. But the story WAS long.

"WOAH...!" Was all Dib could think to say. It was almost mind-boggling what Tak's backstory was like. That, and she was a lot older than he'd thought. "Hey, wait a minute, you said this all happened fifty years ago?"

{Irken years. In Earth time, one Irken year would equal approximately 15 years.} The computer calmly explained. Surprisingly enough, it didn't find his questions all that annoying. Dib remembered this from some data he'd stolen from Zim's computers, but the full comprehension hadn't quite hit him yet.

"Wait a minute!" Dib suddenly grabbed his head, "Then that would be 750 years!" The computer played a clapping soundtrack for him.

{Congratulations, you've passed 3rd grade math!} Glaring at the computer, Dib just let it slide while he thought about it some more.

"Okay, then...I think I get the point about why she hates Zim..." He continued thinking, "And, the more you tell me, the more it seems likely that your claims of Zim being a criminal are true. But, I still won't believe it unless I see proof from an undeniable source!"

{You mean, like...say...The Almighty Tallest?} Asked the computer with a slight smirk.

Glaring at it, Dib was about to ask the computer why it expected them to tell him anything (let's face it, he'd interrogated them relentlessly, and all he got was, "I'm bored. Can't you do something interesting?" "Yeah, let's see you dance or something!" "Come on! We ain't got all day!" "Look, that little robot of Zim's is doing it!" "Will you tell me stuff if I do?" "...Uh, yeeeaaahhh..." "Sure, start dancing!") But instead, other things were happening on-screen.

Tak had mostly fixed her robot, but with its memory disk missing, it couldn't be counted on to perform more than one task at a time. It was literally living in the moment. There was a constant beeping coming from what Dib assumed were sensors, but he couldn't tell much. He wished he'd learnt Irken. "ARRRGGGHHH! What IS it with these SENSORS!?" Exclaimed the enraged Tak on-screen. "WHY IS IT they keep BEEPING for COMPLETE NOTHING-NESS!" After fiddling with her instruments, the beeping stopped. Nothing much happened after that, and so Dib had the computer sort through it and fast-forward until stuff happened again.

"Look, I'm getting really hungry, and it's almost 7:30. I'm gonna' go downstairs and get something to eat. Be right back!" He hurried out the door with as much gusto as a hungry hyena.

After eating some surprisingly good tacos from the Crazy Taco that Gaz bought (she had a Taco Salad) Dib returned to his room, sucking on a Suck-Munky.

{Ah, there you are, again!} The ship's computer peered through his lap-top's built-in web-cam as he sat in front of it.

"Okay, I'm good and ready for more amazing revelations!" He said almost ecstatically, as he peered back into the computer's screen.

{Well, nothing much has happened after that. Just some more annoyances and false-alarms,} Dib nodded at this as he sucked on his slushy drink, {But, after a few days' time, the equipment Tak had called for came -Oh, I forgot, she made a call for some equipment to begin building herself a larger shelter, but that didn't seem to be too important- anyways, here's that little bit:}

The screen showed the inside of the escape pod shake a bit, and Tak looked outside excitedly. Jumping up, she exited the pod and disappeared from view.

{According to the pod's external sensors, she went towards the source of the impact. That would be the equipment she ordered.}

Tak returned shortly after that for Mimi, "Mimi! Come help me move this stuff!" The little robot saluted and followed after her.

"Okay, okay, wait a minute!" Dib suddenly said. "Just how in the heck is she walking around outside on the surface of VENUS!?" With sulfuric acid for clouds and carbon dioxide for air, she couldn't possibly BREATHE there. Not to mention hurricane-force winds. And with atmospheric pressure 90 times that of Earth's, she'd be crushed in no time. If that wasn't enough, then the extreme heat of over 880 degrees Fahrenheit would probably cause her to melt or burst into flames! Or both. Probably both. And he voiced this to the computer.

{Uh, because she used the force-field to extend the atmosphere around the pod. It cuts the power supply in half and stretches the atmospheric stabilizers to their limits, but it was sufficient for her needs. I'd show you the scene, but she doesn't really say much. In any case, it's enough for her to move a few feet away from the pod, and her SIR-Unit Mimi can survive the harsh enviornment without much trouble, so she used it to retrieve the packages.}

"Packages? Just how much equipment did she order?" Asked Dib. "And why didn't she just use a spacesuit?"

{Because she couldn't find the spacesuit, apparently. It was strange, that missing suit. She seemed quite vexed about it... Oh, and she ordered just about enough to keep her alive for some length of time on Venus. Anyways, after that, she started building her shelter by partially dismantling the outside of the escape pod. Then she managed to construct a rather small, but adequate, base. However...} It trailed off as if there was something more to this, but it didn't feel like saying it.

"Wh-what? What is it?" Dib suddenly got a feeling of impending nervousness.

{After about a few months, -that's Earth time- she started having problems with the, eh..."natives"...I guess...if noxious, gaseous clouds can really count as natives, then-} Dib cut it off.

"What!? Venus has PEOPLE on it!?" He exclaimed with shock.

{Erm, yeah, well... I guess that's all we can refer to them as. They didn't show much sign of communicating, although the pod's sensors would go off sometimes for no apparent reason, and some clouds would drifty by, INSIDE THE FORCE-FIELD, which would cause Tak quite a lot of pains to keep it functioning right. Anyways, after a while they seemed to leave her alone, for the most part. But then, suddenly, without warning-} The screen changed and showed a different view.

The view was now larger, showing what looked to be the room Tak was staying in. She was putting something into test tubes, or what Dib assumed they were, since there were almost no colors and only outlines, and what she held in her hands were shaped like vials. After that, she put the lids on them and stowed them properly. A bang and explosion, along with the hiss of pressurization, suddenly occurred. Tak yelled and rushed to fix it. There was a lot of commotion. But it was finally fixed.

"COMPUTER!" Tak screamed shrilly, "WHAT WAS THAT EXPLOSION!?" Dib almost smiled at how her shrill command reminded him of Gaz suddenly.

{Unknown. There was a particularly dense concentration of gasses around the wind power turbines before it exploded.} The escape pod's computer explained in Tak's own voice. Dib actually smiled at this. What was it about her wanting things to sound like herself? He had one day and two nights with his own personality programming, and he hated it! If he'd told the ship's computer this, it would probably have stated that that was a definite personality problem.

"RRRRGGGGGRRRRR!" Screaming in frustration, Tak replied, "We'll have to extend the force-field even further around the base! We can't have anything breaking down on us -I'm gonna' have to find some more funds..." she mumbled this last part to herself as she looked around.

{There is insufficient power for that. Another power turbine will have to be added, to increase force-field proficiency.} The escape pod's computer explained.

Growling in frustration again, Tak responded, "But we don't even have enough Monies for that! AAARRRGGGEEE!"

{There is, perhaps, a way to reinforce the metal plating outside to increase stability,} the computer suggested.

"Fine! It looks like we'll have no other choice! Looks like I'LL be spending the entire day trying to get some more Monies..." She said as she threw off what looked to be a suit of some kind, before pulling up a screen.

{Things continued like this, the "malfunctions" occurring more and more frequently, until they qualified as all-out attacks!} The ship's computer seemed really nervous about something.

"Then what happened? And what aren't you telling me?" Asked Dib, actually picking up on this nervousness.

{There were eventually too many problems, and then an explosion... The pod's computer seems functional and its memory banks are in working order, but there has been no other activity for days... It's possible that something has happened, something...horrible.} Replied the ship's computer.

"Then... Quick, gimme the live feed from inside!" Replied Dib, realizing what the ship was implying.

The screen fuzzed into view. It was now completely different; things leaned in bizarre directions, and small clouds of gas floated near the roof, which appeared to be pealed open. They wandered in different directions, from what he could tell, although the screen was still somewhat fuzzy, with fuzzy lines through it. The clouds, or people, or whatever, in Dib's point of view seemed to be examining, almost searching for something... Wait, where was Tak? Although he peered through the screen, he couldn't find anything in that single-roomed base that looked like an Irken. Dang-it! It looked like he'd have to go there to find out.

"Computer!" He shouted commandingly, "Get ready! We're going to find out what's happened!" Then he jumped out of his chair and ran downstairs, all the way to his dad's laboratory, to find that Super-Depth Submersible Suit he'd been working on.

End part 1

Author's Notes will be at the end of part two, since this is a rather short story. I'll upload that in a short while, just as soon as I can figure out this confangled document manager editing thingy! *Glares evilly at it and considers angrily requesting that FF. net allow the use of double paragraph spaces, because it looks so much prettier.* Anyways, R+R, blah blah blah!