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Song for this chapter: 'Feel Good Inc.' by Gorillaz.

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Chapter Eight: Feel Good Inc.

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Clawing my way up to the surface of the river, I swallowed a welcome lungful of air. Hair was plastered to my face, and I had to push it back in order to see. The frigidness of the water left me disorientated, and it took me too long to realize that Asher had made us both fall off the bridge, out of harm's way.

"Asher?" His name came out of my mouth in a croak. A second later he bobbed up to the surface, coughing water from his mouth.

Dread twisted my insides when I realized that my pokemon were still on the bridge. "Hatter, return yourself to your pokeball!" My prinplup shook his head in refusal. Mytho fluttered at his shoulder, his long tongue curled in preparation for an attack. "Return!"

Light shot out from my bag, which was still slung across his shoulder. The light wrapped around him, forcing him to dematerialize despite his protests. He was dragged into his pokeball, and my bag fell with a thwump onto the bridge.

"Mytho, do the same," I shouted. "Return!"

My beautifly dodged the red light. Glaring, he whipped up a Whirlwind with his wings, and loosed it at Looker.

The force of it made Looker lose his balance, and he stumbled back a few steps. As I watched, his cheerful expression dissolved, leaving an eerie blankness in its wake. His eyes sparked with fury. "It is a felony to assault a member of the International Police," he snarled. Striding towards Mytho, he lifted the gun, and brought it down hard against one of my pokemon's wings.

Horrified, I watched as the force of the blow ripped Mytho's wing clean in two. He gasped, trying desperately to keep himself airborne, but it was no use: faltering, his wings gave out, and he plummeted towards the water.

Sloshing through the river, I caught him just in time. He blinked weakly up at me, shivering in my arms. Blood spilled out from the torn veins in his wing, staining the fabric of my coat. His eyes were glazed over in shock and pain.

"Return." The light enveloped him, drawing him into the depths of my messenger bag and into his pokeball.

Looker turned to look down at me, the middle of the bridge groaning under his weight. "I am still searching for Charon," he said. His voice was back to being neutral, the anger washed clean from his face. "I have heard reports that he is located here. You have seen him, have you not?"

"You- you just- you bastard, how the hell could you do that to Mytho?" Grief overrode my sense of self-preservation.

"That is unfortunate," he sighed, as if carrying on a completely different conversation. "It is unfortunate that you refuse to assist me, and continue to assist the enemy instead."

Pebbles rolled out from under my feet when I tried to back up. Wheezing out a curse, I lost my footing, and sank to my knees. The water lapped at my bottom lip.

"Obstruction is a criminal offense," he said. His finger twitched over the trigger.

The split second before he lifted the gun, a heavy weight struck my back, and I tumbled under the surface. Arms wound around my waist, dragging me under the bridge.

When I finally managed to get my head above water, I gasped for air, blinking droplets from my eyes. Light slanted through the cracks in the paneling, intermingling with the shadows.

"W-"

A hand clapped over my mouth. "Stay quiet," Asher whispered, his lips brushing my ear. His arm was still around my waist, and I felt it stiffen when the footsteps of Looker creaked above us.

"Justice will always prevail. Justice will always prevail. Looker, member of the International Police, will always p-p-p-p-" He broke off, and veered into a different sentence. "The duty of the International Police is one of solidarity, and the path I walk is one I must walk alone: through times of strife and war I will soldier on…"

"What we need is a distraction," Asher breathed. Ideas flooded through me, but fear kept cutting them off before they could fully form.

"…The two of you are under arrest for kidnapping, obstruction, and the use of weaponry," Looker was saying. A light bulb went off in my brain.

"I have an idea," I whispered. "It's not a good one, but…"

Asher turned me around so that we were face-to-face. His autumn-fire hair was stuck to his face, the strands dripping water down his cheekbones. "Just tell me what I need to do."

I swallowed. "One of us has to go distract him. We have to get him into the water."

"Why?" he asked, the word barely audible.

My heart was hammering against my ribcage, threatening to break free. "While one of us distracts him, the other can get onto the bridge and push him off. Then, while he's disoriented, one of us can pull the other up, and we can run to Floaroma."

He eyed me critically. "That's insane."

"I know that." I fought to keep my voice low. "But do you have a better one?"

His teeth were gritted. "If you could use one of your pokemon to attack him-"

"No. I won't let him hurt another member of my team. Besides, Mytho's attack did next to nothing." I frowned. "If you have a stronger pokemon you think would be more effective-"

"I don't." He looked away, and I thought I saw him flinch. "Have one that would be more effective, I mean."

"Then either think of another plan, or use mine. There's a psychopath above us with a gun; we don't have time to be arguing like this!"

He shut his eyes briefly. "Fine. I'll be the distraction; you climb up." Turning, he waded through the water, his movements calm. The fading sunlight set his hair ablaze as he tipped his chin up to glare at Looker. "What are you rambling about?" he demanded. I started paddling through the water, keeping as quiet as I could. "I've never kidnapped anyone."

"Lies." Looker's voice dropped back down to that throaty growl. "You have taken Charon hostage."

Planting my feet on the rocky bottom of the river, I lifted my arms, and kicked off. My fingers just barely reached the edge of the bridge, and I clamped my hands down on it, kicking my feet to propel me upwards. My waterlogged clothes were deadweight, and my muscles screamed in protest as I managed to get one elbow up.

"You're wrong!" Asher raised his voice, as if trying to drown out the noise I was making. Panting, I tried to haul myself up onto the bridge, and cursed myself for not working out more in my Physical Education classes. "I've never heard of this 'Charon' person."

I hoisted the rest of my body up onto the bridge. Standing, I saw that Looker had his back to me: he was trembling wildly, the gun shaking in his hand. His words came out in disjointed bursts. "Lies. Lies. Lies. You are not an ally of justice, I know that to be true; but perhaps it is your accomplice that has taken Charon hostage. Yes, she is the one that has taken Charon. She has taken him. She has. My sources have informed me. But you… Asher Oshiro, you have done despicable things. There is a bounty on your head. Yes, someone is after you for your crimes. That someone has hired me; he…"

Don't be scared. You don't have time to be scared. Just do it. Taking a deep breath, I broke into a run, the panels shuddering under my weight. Looker jerked at the noise, swinging around to face me, but it was too late: I was already shoving him backwards, his skin unnaturally cold beneath my fingertips. Knocked off balance, he toppled off the bridge, and landed in the water with a splash. I heard him gasp, and his body convulsed in what looked to be a seizure.

Dropping to my knees, I leaned over the edge, and reached down. "Here," I called to Asher. "Hurry!"

Asher's hand clasped mine, and I pulled with all my strength. Miraculously, I managed to haul him up. We both fell onto our backs, chests heaving.

The suddenness of it all left my head spinning. Now that the adrenaline was leaving my body, I became aware of just how heavy my wet clothes were, and that I had scraped my knees on the river's floor. My pants had been ripped at the knees, and blood oozed out, darkening the blue of the fabric to black.

"Get up. We can't stay here." Before I could even catch my breath, I was being helped to my feet. Asher's fingers were slick against mine; water had soaked through his shirt, making it cling to his slim frame like a second skin. Wetness clumped his eyelashes together into sharp points, shading the gray of his eyes.

"R-right," I said, teeth chattering. Stooping down, I picked up my bag, clutching at it with fingers numb from the cold. "Are you hurt?"

He blinked, bewilderment flitting across his face. "No. Are you?"

"No, but Mytho is." Anguish twisted like a knife in my chest. "I have to get him to the center."

"It wouldn't be safe to head back to Floaroma," he pointed out, remarkably calm despite the situation. "That will be the first place Looker will check for us."

"I know, but Mytho needs medical attention." My eyes filled with sudden hot tears.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Look, the Valley Windworks is close by; there's a chance they'll have medical supplies." When I sniffled, I saw him grit his teeth. "Don't- don't cry," he snapped, turning away. "Just… don't."

Letting go of my arm, he made his way across the bridge. Strangely enough, he didn't pick up his violin case as he went. "You don't have to help me," I said, wiping at my eyes. "This is the second time you've saved my life; I already owe you."

"Forget it." He quickened his pace. "No one owes me anything."

We rounded a clump of wepear trees, and the Valley Windworks came into view. The wind turbine loomed above us, its giant fans turning at rapid speeds. A small lab was connected to it, the sunlight refracting off its all-glass exterior.

Pushing past Asher, I hammered my fist against the enormous glass doors. "Open up," I yelled. "I need help! Open up!"

"I'll go see if there's a back entrance," Asher supplied. He rounded the corner of the building, disappearing from sight.

"Is anyone there?" I shouted. Tears leaked into my voice when I thought of Mytho, of the pain that had been so clear on his face, and I banged both my hands against the door with renewed desperation. "My pokemon needs medical care! Ple-"

The doors swung outward, and I had to leap backwards to avoid being hit.

"What do you think you're doing?" A girl that looked to be no older than me stepped out. She was clad in a lab coat, the brown of her skin indicating that she was Hoenn-born. Her hair- a bloody, unnatural shade of red- was cropped short to accentuate her sharp-boned face, and a golden G was emblazoned over her heart.

"You're with Galactic Industries," I said stupidly, too surprised to filter my thoughts. "You were at that conference. You were handling Nanam- I mean, the ponyta."

Her eyes, which were magnified by the glasses she wore, flared with recognition. "Oh, it's you."

"Me?" I repeated, bewildered. "How do you know me?"

Before I could react, her hand flashed out, and she caught me by the throat. Her painted nails dug into my neck, breaking skin, and I gasped, my arms reaching up to try and pry her fingers from my neck. She tightened her grip in response, cutting off my air supply.

It was all too much, too fast. The girl was glaring at me, her blue eyes fierce with resolve, and she was locking her other hand around my neck and squeezing. I lashed out with my leg, but although I hit her in the kneecap it wasn't enough to make her let go. I tried to grab for the pokeballs in my bag, but my movements were uncontrolled with panic.

"A…" I couldn't get the name out from around my constricted windpipe. "Ash…A…"

"Sorry about this," the girl said. The pressure increased, and black spots popped before my eyes. "You aren't even a threat, but the boss can't take any chances. No hard feelings."

"Asher," I managed choked out.

Suddenly, I could breathe again. The fingers that were crushing my airway released me, and I lifted my hands to my throat. They came away red.

The girl was staring at me as if she had seen a ghost. "What did you just say?"

"Asher!" It came out as a raw cry.

The colour dropped from her face. She staggered backwards, and I was taken aback by how small she suddenly looked: the lab coat she wore was two sizes too big for her, and without the determination twisting her features she looked incredibly vulnerable. She made to press the 'Close' button for the door, but when she caught sight of Asher running towards us she seemed to decide it wasn't worth it and bolted, vanishing into the depths of the lab.

"What happened?" Asher's gaze went to my neck immediately. "Why are you bleeding?"

"I was strangled." I coughed. My voice was hoarse, and it hurt to swallow.

His eyes went wide. "By who?"

"A researcher. I think she was part of Galactic Industries." At his confused look, I shook my head. "Look, there's no time. Mytho still needs medical attention."

"I know." He rubbed at his forehead. "We could try Floaroma, if you're willing to risk it. We'd have to cross back over the bridge to do that, though, which would obviously be dangerous." Frown lines cut deeply into his face, and he glanced at me distrustfully. "And you said that you were strangled? Just what did you do to make so many people want you dead?"

"Look, I don't know why either of them attacked me." My head was swimming, and it was a struggle to keep calm. "And besides, the researcher knew you, too. She ran when I called your name."

His slender brows furrowed. "She must have been intimidated by the thought of fighting more than one person. Unless-"

The shrill blaring of an alarm drowned him out. Lights flashed red, and I cried out when the doors swung shut, forcing Asher and I into the Windworks. The heavy glass of the doors slammed against my back, and I was knocked to the floor, my head cracking against the marble.

I could hear the alarm still screaming, but it hard to hear above the ringing in my ears. The marble was frigid against my still-wet forehead, but when I tried to move pain shot through my skull, strong enough to make me nauseous. My breaths sounded reedy even to me, and each intake caused the ache in my throat to intensify. The shallow gashes on my knees stung.

My head was almost too heavy to lift, and it took several blinks to make the room stop spinning. The foyer was a whirlwind of activity: men and women ran this way and that, carrying items and stacks of paper in their arms. There were shouts of "Abort; we have to get Dr. Silph out of here!" and "Where has commandant Mars gone?" and "Gather all the research you can!" Climbing to my feet, I somehow made it over to where Asher was trying to pry the doors open. I watched as he backed up a step, and kicked at the glass in an attempt to break it. It didn't work.

"We have to get out of here," he said, barely audible over the clamor. His neck was flushed, the muscle in his jaw stretched taut as he turned to face me. "All this noise is bound to alert L-"

As if on cue, there was the shattering of glass. My stomach dropped when Looker climbed, dripping wet, in through the gaping hole. The broken glass cut at his arms and face, but he didn't seem to notice.

"Shit," Asher and I said in unison.

"Freeze," shouted Looker, brandishing his gun. A few people saw him and raised their hands, but for the most part he remained unnoticed amongst the chaos. "I am Looker of the International Police!"

"There has to be another way out." I tugged on Asher's arm. "If we hurry-"

"Get them," someone cried. Glancing back, I saw a man pointing at us, his Galactic Industries uniform a blinding shade of white. "It's Oshiro and that girl!"

Alerted by the man's cry, Looker spun around. His eyes landed on us.

Panic skidded down my spine. Casting a wild, desperate glance around the foyer, my eyes zeroed in on an escape route. "Hallway to the left," I gasped, and this time it was Asher who grabbed my arm, hauling me behind him as a group of the Galactic lackeys began to give chase. Looker broke into a run, following behind them.

Our footfalls rebounded off the walls, our labored breaths echoing down the corridors. The hallway was dark, lit only by the spinning red lights of the alarms, so I could only get brief glimpses of my surroundings: spreadsheets nailed to the walls, filled with sketches of what looked to be crimson chains, or DNA strands; maps of our region with giant Xs slashed across certain areas; drawings of orbs.

I was so distracted by the strangeness of it all that I didn't notice the grunt until he was ripping my arm from Asher's grasp.

"Got you," he breathed, his breath hot on my neck, and I reacted instinctively: jerking my leg back, I hit him in the crotch, and he released me instantly. Throwing all my weight backwards, I threw him off-balance, and watched as he tripped over his own feet. His head smacked loudly against the wall, and he slumped to the floor, clearly dazed.

Asher slowed to a stop. "Damn it," I heard him say. "They caught up. I guess I have no choice." Stepping in front of me, he cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, "Li!"

The response was instantaneous: a white, horned pokemon rounded the corner, its hooves clacking against the floor.

It's an absol, I realized, remembering our lessons on native Hoenn pokemon. Its muscles rippled underneath its smooth coat, and it turned its head to look at Asher, its red eyes bright with intelligence.

"Block them," Asher commanded, and Li immediately swiveled to face the Galactic flunkies. One of them moved towards the pokeball hanging from their belt, but it leapt at him, knocking him to the floor. The other Galactic members staggered back, fear and uncertainty scrawled across their faces.

"Should I send out one of mine to help him?" My words were breathy with panic.

"There's no time- Looker's gaining on us. Besides, Li can handle herself."

Following his lead, I sprinted down the corridor, my sodden shoes screeching against the floor every time I turned a corner. Above the alarms and pounding of my heart, I could hear Looker shouting. I twisted around in time to see him maneuver past Li, and charge towards us.

Nearly choking on my terror, I spotted a door labeled Emergency Exit, and made a beeline for it. Shoving it open, we raced up the stairs it led to. When we reached the top, I expected to be relieved: I expected another floor of hallways, and another exit leading down and out of this place.

Horror washed through me instead.

We were on the roof. The enormous fans of the wind turbine turned round and round, slicing the air. The roof itself was flat, and completely barren.

I ran to the edge, looking for a ladder or fire escape. No such luck. "There's no way down. We have to go back-"

"No. Looker saw us." He raked his hands through his hair. "Do you have a Flying-type pokemon that could lower us to the ground?"

"She's not strong enough." I glanced down again. The ground looked impossibly far away. "Could we jump?"

"We'd risk breaking our legs."

My intestines felt as if they had twisted themselves into knots. "Damn it," I muttered, pressing the heels of my hands to my eyes. "I don't know what to do. This is all my fault, I'm so sorry…"

"There's no time for that." He sounded as drained as I felt. "What's important now is keeping our heads. If we do that, there's a chance we'll make it out of this."

I let my hands fall. Staring into his face, which was all planes and angles and expressions that I didn't understand, a different face surfaced in my mind's eye: a trusted face, with ochre eyes and a mop of curling blond hair.

Damion. Damion would never forgive me if I died. Neither would my mother, or Liv.

And then there would be Mytho, who had gotten himself hurt trying to protect me. It would be for nothing if I died now.

You're right, I opened my mouth to say, but the sound of the door flying open cut me off. Looker stepped out, blue eyes blazing, coat still dripping water. There was a tear in his sleeve, which revealed two long, bloodless scratch marks on his arm—caused by Li, probably.

"Where have you taken Charon?" His voice was incredibly haggard. My legs jerked with the desire to run, but there was nowhere to run: Looker was blocking the one and only doorway.

Scenarios darted through my brain at lightning speed. What if I ripped the gun from his hand? No, I wouldn't be fast enough. We could jump, but he might shoot us in the back, and even if we did make it we probably wouldn't have the strength to run. Could I send Winry out? That's probably the best option, considering Hatter and Nanami wouldn't be fast enough. I'd call out Mytho, but…

He lifted the gun. It shook in his hand, as if he was unable to hold it steady. "As a member of the International Police, it is my duty to disarm you," he said. The words were nearly lost in the whirring of the fans; air from the turbine blew back his hair.

Air… That's it! That's what I can do! Inspiration welled up inside me.

Unclasping Mytho's pokeball, I put it to my lips, knowing he could hear me. "I know you're hurt, but I need you. Please."

"Stow away your weapon," Looker shouted, but it was too late; I had already released Mytho. My beautifly struggled to keep himself in the air, but his multifaceted eyes were ablaze with determination.

"Mytho!" I cried as Looker cocked the gun. "Whirlwind!"

What happened next played out almost in slow motion.

Mytho pulled back his wings before snapping them forward again, hurling a Whirlwind at Looker. The sheer force of it swept Looker off his feet, and flung him against the fans of the turbine: he let out a strangled scream before plummeting out of sight. I heard the heavy thud that signaled his body hitting the ground.

But not before Mytho's wings tore.

Each flap of his wings ripped his already injured wings further, and by the time the Whirlwind was completed they were in tatters. Blood fell from them like tears, and he plummeted, no longer strong enough to keep himself midair.

Time restored itself to its normal pace. I stood staring at the place where Mytho had fallen, half-expecting him to fly back up into view give me one of his usual scowls.

He didn't.

"Mytho." Whirling around, I wrenched the door open, and practically threw myself down the stairs. The hallways were completely empty when I ran through them, and if there were still a few Galactic grunts, I didn't notice: I was staggering, slipping, faltering as I climbed out from the window Looker had broken through. "Mytho!"

He lay in the long, overgrown grass, the remnants of his wings twitching. I dropped to the ground next to him. He opened his eyes to look at me. His eyes were a duller shade of blue than normal, but the rest of him was red: red that pooled on and around him, that stained my hands and knees. There was so much red for such a small pokemon.

My entire body felt as if it were sagging; tears spilled down my face, and I found that I couldn't look directly at him. "I-I have bandages," I choked out. I fumbled with my bag, my fingers leaving smears of crimson on the gray as I retrieved my first aid kit. "I have bandages. I can fix you. I'll fix you." With shaking hands I laid the first strip of cotton on him: it was soaked through immediately, and made useless. "Mytho, please, I will fix you."

Reaching up with one segment of his shredded wing, he touched my cheek. For once, he wasn't glaring: his eyes held their usual cynicism, but there was trace of understanding, as well. It was a gaze without regret, without blame.

"I'm so sorry." Gathering his bloodied, broken figure in my arms, I pressed him to my chest, and squeezed my eyes shut. "This is my fault. I'm so sorry, Mytho; I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." Beginning to cry in earnest, I rocked him gently, his blood dripping past my arms in rivulets.

My father was right. Oh Arceus, he was right. I'm sorry, I'm such a failure; I'm your trainer and I failed you, Mytho you shouldn't be the one dying…

One by one my pokemon released themselves from their capsules, and formed a circle around me. Hatter had his tuque in his flippers, with Odette perched on his shoulder; Winry was lashing her tail in frustration, kneading the ground with eyes bright with pain; and Nanami stood apart from the others, looking hopelessly afraid.

We watched as Mytho's abdomen inflated one last time, and then went still. His wing fell from my cheek, and landed heavily beside him.

I had to sit there for a very long time before I was able to even think about moving again.

Rising with Mytho still in my arms, I stared out across the river, where the sunset was reflected back at the sky. Staggering over on unsteady legs, I went down the riverbank, wading in until the water lapped at my stomach. I minimized Mytho's pokeball with trembling fingers.

Placing Mytho in the water, I placed the capsule on his chest and crossed his small arms over top of it, since he was my angel and it was fitting that he should have wings.

Then I let him go. The current swept him downstream, and to a place where I couldn't follow.

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I walked to the Pokecenter in a daze. Leaving my pokemon for the nurse to heal, I climbed the stairs to my room, my shoes leaving bloodied footprints on the off-white carpet.

Going to the washroom, I stripped down, putting my clothes- stiff with water and drying blood- in a pile on the floor. I stepped into the shower, rinsing Mytho's blood from my body until it circled the drain and was gone.

Wrapping myself in a towel, I sagged against the one-person bed, and took out my Xtransceiver. Dialing the number, I swallowed hard, pressing the communicator to my ear with both hands.

"Hello?" He answered on the first thing, his voice as warm and upbeat as ever.

I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter, my face crumpling as the tears started up again. I wanted to tell him everything- about Mytho and Looker and my parents and Asher and everything else- but the words just wouldn't come. I was dying to ask him to travel with me, to not leave me alone anymore, to help me with this, but instead I just cried harder.

"Hello?" he repeated. "Odile? This is you, right? What's up?"

Crawling onto the bed, I curled in on myself, and buried my face into the pillow so he wouldn't hear me sobbing.

"Odile? Hey, what's wrong?" he asked when a hiccup escaped my mouth. The words were brimming with confusion. "Did you lose a battle or something? It's okay, Odile."

"No, it's not." I cried harder than I ever had before, the tears streaking hotly down my face. "It's not, Damion."

And I ended the call.

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*Edited

R.I.P Mytho: lv. 4-15.

You were the first to go, but, sadly, not the last.

Feel Good Inc., by Gorillaz: I chose this song because of how it talks (briefly) of windmills, and how the laughter in it reminds me very strongly of how I imagine Looker's laughter to sound like.

Hahahahahahahahaha,
Feel good,
Feel good,
Feel good,
Feel good,
Feel good,
Feel good,
Feel good,
Feel good,
Feel good...

City's breaking down on a camel's back.
They just have to go 'cause they don't know whack
So all you fill the streets it's appealing to see
You won't get out the county, 'cause you're bad and free
You've got a new horizon it's ephemeral style.
A melancholy town where we never smile.
And all I wanna hear is the message beep.
My dreams, they've got to kiss, because I don't get sleep, no

Windmill, windmill for the land.
Turn forever hand in hand
Take it all in on your stride
It is stinking, falling down
Love forever love is free
Let's turn forever you and me
Windmill, windmill for the land
Is everybody in?

Laughing gas these hazmats, fast cats,
Lining them up like ass cracks,
Ladies, homes at the track
It's my chocolate attack.
Shit, I'm stepping in the heart of this here
Care bear bumping in the heart of this here
Watch me as I gravitate
Hahahahahahaa.

Yo, we gonna go ghost town,
This motown, with yo sound
You're in the place
You gonna bite the dust
Can't fight with us
With yo sound, you kill the INC.
So don't stop, get it, get it
Until you're cheddar header.
Yo, watch the way I navigate
Hahahahahhaa

Feel good, ahhhhahahahah
Feel good, ahhhhahahahah
Feel good, ahhhhahahahah
Feel good, ahhhhahahahah

Windmill, windmill for the land.
Turn forever hand in hand
Take it all in on your stride
It is sticking, falling down
Love forever love is free
Let's turn forever you and me
Windmill, windmill for the land
Is everybody in?

Don't stop, get it, get it
We are your captains in it
Steady, watch me navigate,
Ahahahahahhaa.

Don't stop, get it, get it
We are your captains in it

Steady, watch me navigate
Ahahahahahhaa.

Feel good, AHHHHahahahaha
Feel good,
Feel good, AHHHHahahahaha
Feel good...
Hahahahahahahahaha…