For those who've already read Chapter Shelby on pigeonattack-dot-com, please see the note at the bottom of this page before shimmying over to pigeonattack-dot-com to read Chapter Wing. ;D
Chapter X
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CObalt
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"I said, 'your turn'," pidgey repeated patiently. "And luckily for you, the first one is easy as pie."
"Easy as pie," Shelby repeated doubtfully.
"Like Pinky Pie," Tom added helpfully, and got a round of odd looks for his trouble. "Er…I'll read first. From WestOfTheMoonbeam— Ah, you don't mind, right, Moonbeam?"
"Do carry on.~"
"So Shelby... How's life?"
"Fine," said Shelby. "Mostly."
"I assume you've seen The Avengers? (aspiring supervillains such as yourselves have to keep up with the heroes of the day. I'll be disappointed if you haven't...)
Do you think you could take Black Widow and what is your opinion of Loki?
Good luck..."
"Oh, phooey," muttered pidge. "I haven't seen The Avengers…"
"Of course I've seen The Avengers," Shelby scoffed. "Nero had the whole school watch it and made us all write essays on the weaknesses of each character and each tactic and how we would exploit them stylishly."
"I figured," Moonbeam said politely.
"And of course I could take Black Widow. And Loki."
"Name rings a bell…" pidge muttured, still too quietly to attract much attention.
"Next," said Penny, "from QuickSilverFox:
Dear Shelby, well Hi really,
If you could spend an hour in a lift with one person not in the room, who would you pick? Not sure if this question's been asked before but anyways...
What is your most favorite thing in the whole wide world?"
Shelby suddenly looked a whole lot more excited. "An hour in a lift? You mean an elevator, right?"
"No," said Otto. "A lift."
Shelby ignored him. "Oooh, I love these kinds of questions! Long lift ride, though. Unless the lift got stuck. In which case it'd be nice to have someone competent around… but if it's, like, not-stuck, then… huh…"
The rest of the company waited very patiently.
"Sherlock. Or Benedict Cumberbach. Hands down."
Multiple members of the company promptly fell over, eyes going all hearts-y in a very unbecoming way.
Fly's eyes glazed over. "Mmmm…"
"Mmm-hmm," Shelby agreed happily. "And my favorite thing is when people have good taste about such things."
"And now a rather long one from Foxface'sSpecialPie," said Nigel, casting a rather annoyed look at the majority of people and feeling a bad case of Out-Of-The-Loop-ness coming on.
"1.) Have you read THG series? You are all so obsessed with MLP:FIM and POJ! What about The Mortal Instruments?
2.)20 words to describe Wing. Enough said.
3.) Biggest fear? And no I am not afraid junk because we all know you must be afraid of something,
4.) Out if the people in this room, rate them 1-10 on awesomeness, personality, or (insert noun of your choosing here)
5.) Can you do anything no one else knows about? Like paint, dance, etc.
6.) Last question, I swear. What is something you hope people would never find out? Come on, pidge said it was confidential!
Oh, and one last thing. A remark for each person! (Excluding pidge's friends)
Otto: You. Are. Awesome! You are just awesome. Seriously. I am at a loss for words, which doesn't happen often. Wait, I found some words! astonishing, grand, mind blowing, impressive, magnificent, something else, and wonderful.
Shelby: You are cool. I admire your wit and ability to pick it up!
Wing: I admire your strength and ability to keep calm. You are really amazing, big guy.
Laura: I like you, but get some guts! You are going to be tortured later because you don't! I admire your wit and would enjoy talking with you.
Penny: You are...interesting. Seriously, drop the pink hair and the MLP obsession. You'll thank me later.
Tom: You seem cool, but I don't really know you. But if you're friends with Otto, it's good enough for me.
Goodbye,
FSP"
"What, I don't get a remark?" Franz asked woundedly, as those who had received one looked pleased/bemused and said random thank yous and you're awesome toos.
"Get used to it," Nigel said tiredly.
"Of course I've read the Hunger Games series!" said Shelby. "I've yet to look into The Mortal Instruments. As for twenty words to describe Wing…"
Wing looked as if he was mentally steeling himself.
"Uh… Tall. Male. Young. Asian."
"You've got to be kidding me," Kuno said flatly, subtly moving about in her seat.
"Not yet," Moonbeam told Kuno quietly.
Shelby went on jovially. "Intelligent. Not-bad-looking. Alpha. Student."
Tom sneezed.
"Fighter. Cool. Collected. Loyal. Honorable. Riteous. Obtuse. Oblivious. Annoying."
Wing, who'd starting getting a pink tinge across his cheeks, suddenly gave her a bemused look as she lay on his beanbag ticking off on her fingers (and toes, having run out of fingers) and talking to the ceiling.
"What? That honorable loyalty really drives me crazy sometimes. Anyway… Sparring-mate. Friend. That's twenty."
Wing stared at the opposite wall, apparently not quite sure how to respond.
Shelby quickly moved on. "My biggest fear is mosquitoes. Especially the face-biters. Eurgh. I'd rather not rate people… sorry… I can sing. Would you like to hear me?"
"No thanks," Laura said long-sufferingly.
"Sure," said Otto, pulling out a camcorder from who-knows-where.
Obviously reconsidering, Shelby continued, "And I hope people never find out the password to my computer."
A dozen exclamation marks popped up in the room.
"Next!"
"From Fire," said Nigel. "Nice and sensible as always:
Shelby,
Where do you see yourself in ten years?
-Fire"
"Sitting with the crown jewels," Shelby answered immediately.
There was a huge explosion from the futon on the other side of the room. "Oh, you did not just say that. Stealing the crown jewels and posing with them Moriarty-style?"
"What?!" Shelby looked horrified. "Oh, heck no. No-no-no."
Tom started humming "Stayin' Alive".
pidge shrieked something incoherent.
Tom lowered the volume.
"No, I'll be a lot slicker and subtler than that," Shelby assured them, taking a sip of water. "Next?"
Laura picked up her tablet, quickly scanning the next message. "Get comfortable, Shel."
"Hm?"
"You're gonna love this one."
Shelby glanced at her sharply. "What—"
"From Aranel Azamai:
What are your honest thoughts and feelings for Wing? And remember, there's no lying.
Aranel"
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," Shelby groaned, as Laura's mouth quirked… and froze… and then finally she burst into a fit of what might have been giggles on a girlier girl.
"Get on with it," Kuno intoned blandly. "Wait, no… one sec… " She got up, snatched up a beanbag, and hurled it at Wing's meditating head with the force of a thousand impatient bison.
Wing's eyes snapped open, tinged with the slightest edge of annoyance. "Yes?"
"You are to stay awake," Kuno informed him, tossing a mysterious vial of clear liquid up and down with one hand.
"Absolutely right!" exclaimed Tom. "Don't worry, you haven't missed too much— we're just getting to the good part! Go ahead, Shelby…"
Shelby made a face at the ceiling. Perhaps it was insulting her in some unspeakable way. "What do I think of Wing? I've already answered this with that 20 Words thing."
"Sum it up," Laura prompted.
"Wing is a great guy to have around."
There were many implications. Quite a wide range. The present company of fangirls/boys mentally scratched their heads trying to think of a way to nitpick that statement.
Meanwhile, Shelby was clamoring for "Next, next, next!"
Fly looked pleasantly surprised. "You're that excited?"
And then Shelby made the immense psychological mistake of looking down at the tablet. "Oh, dear."
"I get to read! I get to read!" Franz practically pounced on his tablet.
"To: Peeps in general
From: Fly
"No one's looking at your butt, Tom."
*squirms a bit* Um. Yeah. *nervous laugh* Duh, of course no one's looking...ehehe...(btw-that-beanbag-didn't-make-your-butt-look-TOO-big-just-sayin'-kthnxbai).
I do acknowledge out shipping possibilities. For example, I do LOVE Wingelby, but I skip over to the Ottelby ship every now and then. Actually, I haven't written a real Wingelby yet, have I? But I HAVE written Ottelby.
Hm. Maybe my conscience is telling me something.
And, oh, the joys of crackshipping! My personal favourite crackship is WingLeon!
[grips PinkPKNoDoom very, verrrry tightly. You know. Just in case.]"
Tom blinked, checking out his butt. "Lolsaywut?"
"No!" Franz exclaimed, apparently horrified at what he'd just mindlessly read. "No, no, no, I will NOT stand for multishipping; it is a dishonor, a disgrace, a—"
"Whoaaaaa…" Otto muttured. "I'm getting woozy all of a sudden…"
"Seriously? SERIOUSLY?" Shelby looked ready to flip. As in, flip! Like a coin. Out the window.
Both the Genius and the Wraith looked distinctly pissed.
Franz quickly moved on with determination.
"To: SHELBY IT'S ABOUT FREAKING TIME ALREADY (Now that it's finally your turn, I almost forgot what I wanted to ask)
From: Fly
7 questions (because 7 is a very magical number, duh). Not very long, I think. Feel free to answer them one by one.
Q1) Can I have Wing?"
"No," Shelby said immediately, then quickly backtracked as Otto's eyebrows seemed ready to bounce off his forehead. "It's my duty to protect him from annoying fangirls—"
"Who says I even want him fangirl-ish-ly?" Fly pointed out, smirking.
"Everyone does."
"Meh," said Tom.
"Every girl, then, in half a right mind."
Laura tilted her head interestedly. "Are you in half a right mind, Shelby?"
"Of course I am."
"So you—"
"Of course."
There was a long silence.
Wing looked like he was trying to piece things together and very scared of the answer.
Suddenly, Shelby sat riggedly upright and dropped her cup (though luckily it was a sippy-cup so it didn't make much of a mess, but pidge compulsively rocketed out of her chair and grabbed a dishtowel to protect her lovely beanbag chairs, anyway). "WHAT THE HELL-O DID YOU SPIKE MY DRINK WITH?"
"I didn't spike it with anything," pidge said immediately, looking up from her ferocious scrubbing. "I swear upon the heartless Styx."
Shelby gave her a long, searching look, then directed her attention around the rest of the room, scanning every face— even the now-once-again-dormant Mount Futon.
Then, Moonbeam gave out a long, exasperated groan. "Oh, Kuno, don't tell me…"
Kuno blinked. "Hm?"
"It's way too soon!"
"I'm the judge of that."
"She hasn't even signed the waiver!"
"What waiver? There's a waiver?"
"Of course! Right, pidge?"
pidge scratched her neck sheepishly. "Ah… not yet?"
"pigeon!"
"WHEN DID YOU SPIKE MY DRINK WITH VERITASERUM?!"
"When you weren't looking," Kuno said easily. "Duh. Let's move on."
Franz, who'd been watching the proceedings with the amused air of a parakeet watching a ping pong match, happily complied.
"Q2) How about Tom, then? Has anyone called dibs on him yet?"
"Up to you, Tom," Shelby replied, resignedly falling back down onto the beanbag chair.
Which turned out to be Wing's.
Which Wing turned out to be sitting on.
Wing looked down at his lap in surprise.
Shelby blinked, then rolled off back to her own beanbag chair. "FML."
Tom, meanwhile, was eying Fly warily. "What exactly do you mean, exactly?"
Fly had gotten up to make more popcorn, and she was either shaking the bag really hard and really unnecessarily or laughing like a maniac.
Franz decided to continue.
"Q3) Y U NO KISS WING ALREADY!"
"Because Otto-teme is always skulking around!"
Silence.
Deathly silence.
So-silent-you-can-hear-a-pin-sized-grasshopper-giggle-silent.
"Whoa, there," Penny managed. "So, like, if it was just the two of you in a broom closet—"
"That plot device is being so overused," Franz complained, as Shelby looked about ready to launch the sippy-cup out the window. ("Don't bother with violent tendencies," pidge advised. "They'll only make things needlessly paperwork-y.")
"This does NOT mean anything— not!"
"What was that all about?" Nigel asked confusedly.
"I think she was trying to say 'This does not mean anything' but then the Veritaserum kicked in," Laura explained logically.
"THAT'S NOT WHAT I'M SAYING— NOT!"
"What do you think of these latest developments, Wing?" Otto asked, grinning widely.
"…"
"Oh. He's sleeping again."
Penny threw a pillow. "AWAKE."
"What do you think of these latest developments, Wing?" Otto asked again.
Wing looked slowly over at Shelby, who was attempting to roll up into a mean little ball, hedgehog-style. "I would like to hear more before making any statements."
"HE'S SCARED OF ME. OH GODS FLY WHEN THIS IS OVER I SWEAR—"
"Q4) My door has a non-magnetic deadbolt.
Franz's timing was impeccable.
"The windows have grills.
The bathroom window is too small for a person to crawl through.
And my room is fourteen floors above the ground.
If I lock the deadbolt, will you be able to break in without inflicting any permanent damage to my room? Because deadbolts can't exactly be picked, unlike other locks.
(This is a question I sorely need to know the answer to. I need to make sure my Ottelby *cough*and WingLeon *cough* drafts are safe.)"
"I WILL FIND A WAY."
Wing looked a little green. Otto gave Fly a long, long look, then finally broke it uncomfortably.
"Q5) Bug calls you Shel-bye. Comments?"
"Shel-bee," Shelby said tonelessly.
"Q6) On a scale of 1-10, with 1 being Violet-level and 10 being Wing-level, how hot would you rate Otto?"
"Hey, Violet was a lovely specimen," Nigel protested weakly.
"Nine."
Otto looked stunned. "Wow. Well, thank you." And then, as was inevitable, he got very smug. "Naturally, you'd think so."
"Shut up, Malpense-teme."
"Would someone explain this 'teme' thing?" Nigel requested.
"It's an endearing honorific," pidge explained.
"Q7) What about Dr Nero? Where does HE lie on said scale?"
"This is wrong on so many different levels," Shelby groaned. "Nine."
"Whoa, wait a sec—" Otto began concernedly.
"In Shelby's defense, Nero inevitably lands a high score, what with how many times he's obviously gone under the knife," Laura mused.
"Yeah. I think I'm done. *runs off to write last will and testament*
You make blonde awesome, Shel!
Without wax,
Fly"
"DONE AT LAST!" Shelby threw her arms to the ceiling hallelujah-like.
"Ah, wait, there is being another request," said Franz. "You're supposed to rate Wing, too…"
"Oh, well, that's no biggie," Shelby said. "It's a scale with him at 10 by definition. Let's move on before I really lose it.
"As you wish," said Laura. "Next, a message from Wasp:
Shelby,
What are your feelings on how the fandom ships you? Most people ship you with Wing, but a few times I've seen you shipped with Otto, Laura, OCs, and even Raven. Please share your thoughts.
Wasp"
"WTF."
"Language, Shelby!"
Shelby made a rude gesture. "My thoughts on how the fandom ships me? Good grief, where to begin… Shipped with Otto- dumb. Shipped with Laura- dumb. No offense, Laura, but I'm not of the Sapphic persuasion."
"No offense taken. Nor am I."
"OCs- uh… no. Raven- not Sapphic."
"What's Sapphic?" asked Tom.
"Characterizing the ancient female poet Sapphos from the Greek island of Lesbos, from which we derive several words in the modern English lexicon," explained pidge.
"Ohhh."
"Next, next, next," Shelby said urgently.
"From Kukipye," said Tom.
"You like Wing, yes? Admit it... [pokepokepoke]
Anyway.
1) What do you think of a Otto/Nero pairing? (My sister's idea, not mine)
2) Do you see yourself happily married to Wing in the future?
3) Do you think if Otto and Laura had kids their child would have pink hair? (Cuz obviously redwhitepink)
4) I have never for the life of me EVER seen Shelby blush. Do tell us one time you did. Or tried not to. (Except maybe for that one yoga time...)
5) Anybody else think that the Rise of the Guardians Jack Frost looked EXACTLY like Otto so thus a heckalotta fangirls think Otto is hot? -
6) Lastly... admit it! Admit you adore Wing! Otherwise you might as well just hand him over to the fangirls...
Kukipye"
Shelby blinked.
She blinked some more.
"Do you need eye drops?" pidge offered politely.
"NO. OTTO/NERO NO NO NO."
"Thank you," Otto said gratefully. "For a moment, I was seriously concerned. I mean, with Nero, if anything—"
"Number two," Shelby continued furiously, "I can safely say I DON'T KNOW. The average projected lifespan in the world we inhabit is not exactly conducive to such long-term planning."
Tom gasped. "SHE'S BEEN PLANNING!"
"SHUT UP TOM!"
"Is it true!"
"Words, Wing?" Tom demanded.
"Shelby is quite right," Wing spoke up.
Everyone was briefly silenced.
Particularly Shelby, who gave him a brief sideways glance.
"Although," Wing continued seriously, "were we to mature successfully to such an age and find ourselves in need of a wife, I believe a marriage between the two of us would be quite agreeab…" He trailed off, looking thoughtfully down at his cup, which he thankfully did not drop, as it was glass and very lovely.
A great many accusing/approving looks were shot Kuno's way. She shrugged. "Well, there you have it."
Shelby was staring at Wing with her mouth slightly open. "Why exactly, Wing?"
Wing answered immediately. "Good yin-and-yang mix."
"He's a downright romantic," Penny said drily.
"What he is saying," Franz explained urgently, "is that they complement each other. That is being very romantic."
"Would you guys MIND staying out of my lovelife?" Shelby complained loudly, and then decided to change the subject. "Next question: yes, I do believe Otto and Laura's kids are going to have pink hair."
Laura looked ready to throw another fit, but Otto quickly pointed out, "And similarly, you and Wing's kids would have puke-colored tresses."
"Yoga?" Shelby quickly continued, throwing him a very dark Thundercloud Doomglare. "Oh… ahaha… geez, how do you guys find out about these things? Don't answer that. Anyway, that was not a blush. It was a simple change in pallor. I don't really blush, you see."
"Suuuure," Laura drawled. "Not even that time of month when you start mentally obsessing over hot ninjas for a good week and completely traumati— Oh, hey, I think her Veritaserum's wearing off, by the way…"
"Don't even bother," Shelby said flatly, getting up to drop her sippy-cup in the sink. "As for Rise of the Guardians…"
"DUDE!" pigeonattack exclaimed. "Jack-Frost-equals-Otto-Malpense THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I SAID! I even spammed Fly with the pic, I think."
"I love Jack Frost," Shelby said dreamily. "And he's about ten thousand times hotter than Otto Malpense…"
"Here's a reference," Moonbeam said, helpfully bringing up a pic on her tablet.
"I'm waaay hotter than that Frost kid," Otto announced. "Who even goes around in bare feet anyway?"
"Kind of reminds me of those hippies across the Bay," pidge commented, gesturing vaguely out the window. "Gotta love Berkeley peeps."
"And as for your last question/request…" Shelby took a deep breath. "What can I say? I'm an altruistic, self-sacrificing friend. I will gladly declare eternal love for Wing to save him from the horror that is the fangirl masses."
"…thank you…" Wing said uncertainly.
"Can we get this in writing?" Fly asked Shelby politely, procuring a very frayed and therefore very legit-looking scroll of parchment and a small grey quill readily dipped in black ink.
"Is that a pigeon feather?" pidge demanded.
Fly nodded grimly. "For the occasion."
"Indeed." pidge nodded. "Shipping is serious business."
Shelby was blankly reading over the verrry long contract. "You know," she finally managed. "I never thought to ask what careers you people are going into, but I now get the sinking feeling at least one of you plans to study law."
Shrugging, pidge took a long sip of OJ. "Or maybe we're just really on top of things."
Shelby looked up slowly from the parchment. "And what if I don't sign this?"
"We toss Wing to the fangirls," Kuno said apathetically. "They're all ready and waiting."
Wing's poker face looked like it'd been poked.
With a huge, melodramatic sigh, Shelby scrawled her name at the bottom with a signature that must have actually been quite loopy and pretty on good days, then threw the whole thing at Fly, who caught it deftly and passed it to Kuno, who scrutinized it and then passed it to pidge, who waved it in the air to dry and then rolled it up tightly and passed it to Moonbeam, who swiftly procured a stick of sealing wax, lit a match, and finished the package.
The facility with which the process was executed was awe-insiring.
"You guys… you guys have a lot of experience with this, don't you?" Tom managed.
"Eh," said Kuno. "Next, from StarkidHufflepuff:
Hi Shelby! I see a lot of people asking how you feel about Wing and such, so I'll just skip that.
What I really want to know is…
HOW did you learn to pick locks and steal things and such? HOW old we're you when you broke into a building for the first time? WHAT building was that?
StarkidHufflepuff"
"THANK YOU FOR A RELATIVELY SANE ASKER!" Shelby gasped to the ceiling, throwing out her arms. "How did the Wraith learn her stuff, eh? Well… here and there, really… There are a lot of good YouTube videos, actually. My first break in? I think I was a really little kid… maybe even a baby, actually… when my mom left me on the front porch while she was watering the plants and something in the house smelled really good so I just squeezed in through the doggy door."
"Oh, heck, no, that does not count," Otto protested.
"Totally does."
"Does not."
"Does."
"Does not."
"Doe—"
"Children!" Penny exclaimed. "Hush! Next question, from Alpha Infinity:
If everyone at H. I.V.E dyed their hair white and spiked it up like Otto's, then crowded around Nero's office door, how do you think he would react? Would he run back into his office screaming, call for Raven, or just freeze in his doorway like, "Malpense..."
I thought it was hilarious. By the way, you're awesome."
"Huh. Good question." Shelby considered it. "To be honest, I think he'd just put it down to weird teenager stuff and take two Aspirin. And thank you; I am quite awesome, aren't I?"
"Naturally, naturally," Otto assured her.
"There's more," said Penny.
"What's your favorite word? Mine is modnar (random spelled backwards)
List 3 things you hate about each person in the room.
If you could figure out the deepest, darkest secret of anyone in the room, who would you pick?Why?
Do you think the Naven pairing is sweet or disturbing?
If you could rename a month, which one would you pick? What would you rename it?
What's your favorite anime/manga, if any?"
"Whoa, that's a lot of questions!" Shelby looked slightly overwhelmed. "Good ones, though… My favorite word is probably chocolate." She paused. "Three things I hate about each person in the room? Ah… I think some things are better kept to ourselves… I wouldn't want to ruin this relatively pleasant mood, would I? Um, I'd be interested in Otto's deepest, darkest secret…"
"Why?" Otto demanded, alarmed.
"Coercion," Shelby said easily.
"Blackmailing shemer."
"Naven… Nero and Raven? Ah…" Shelby looked at a loss. "Isn't he, like, in his eighties? And she's, like, in her thirties, right? Um…reserving judgement."
"But Nero looks thirty," Fly pointed out logically.
"That's even more disturbing," Shelby decided. "Er, next question. Which month? June. I'd rename it Shelby Trinity."
Laura made a face. "Can you imagine that?"
"Waaay too much Shelby for one month," Tom agreed.
"And my favorite manga is probably Shugo Chara!," Shelby decided. "Good art, cute story…"
"It's so… shojo…" Penny muttered.
"And there's Ikuto-kun…"
Penny slowly nodded. "Yes, there's that… You certainly have a thing for Asian guys, don't you?"
"Asian guys win," pidge agreed.
"You're biased," Tom pointed out.
"I'm biased," pidge agreed. "Still. I mean, here's the proof." And she held out her arms like a ringmaster, indicating Wing. If there were spotlights, they would have been dancing around like crazy mosquitoes on fire. "Our next and final interviewee."
"I'm done?!" Shelby asked, shocked, and then very quickly elated. "Hallelujah!"
With gently held her shoulder to keep her from bursting through the ceiling in glee. "So it is my turn."
"Um-hm," pidge confirmed. "But we're going to be doing things a little differently with you, because you're a very special boy."
Wing regarded her guardedly.
"Two sessions," pidge announced. "All fanmail submitted now at for Wing will be regarding non-romantic matters. Please limit three questions per review. After that innocuous session/chapter, we will receive the… other questions."
Wing's face flashed with the hint of an emotion called Oh, dear.
This chapter was first posted at pigeonattack-dot-com. Chapter Wing Part 1 is already complete and posted at pigeonattack-dot-com. Please now input your Part 2 (=shippity=romantic-ish) Wing mail right here (limit 3 per review, please) if you're in the mood to harass our poor, hapless, oh-so-wonderful ninja buddy even more than he's already been harassed, then head over to pigeonattack-dot-com to read Chapter Wing Part 2 and some other stuff I haven't posted here yet, including a holiday one-shot and a few little teasers.
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Otto Malpense is not, generally speaking, a romantic guy… right? Which leaves Laura scratching her head wondering what the heck is going on in the days leading up to the 14th.
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Verrry big.
Big big!
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Ahem.
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