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That night was indeed a tiring night.

Upon returning to Capsule Corp, Gohan was bombarded with questions. Every last one of them had the same tone, and it was worry; with sincere heart he apologised to Goku, Chichi, and Bulma for the trouble he had caused. He even offered to cover a percentage of the cost incurred due to renovation of Trunks's room—the children had been moved to another room—but Bulma just shrugged it aside and said the most important thing was that no one was hurt.

Gohan then was reminded about his need to apologise to the children as well, but it seemed they had gone to bed. Actually, they had been waiting for his return, but it was past midnight and exhaustion finally got the better of them. He figured waiting wouldn't hurt; he would talk to them over the breakfast tomorrow morning and apologise for having scared them.

When they finally got to the topic regarding why Gohan had left, the halfling gave a false confirmation that little Goten's concerns were correct. Hearing this, the adults gave an incredulous collective response; how could Gohan think the children hadn't been fighting for their survival? Bulma was the most concerned out of the three, since according to her even though her medication had succeeded in halting the self-replication of the nanites, it was little Goten and Trunks's will to live that had been keeping them away from their demise.

Gohan was visibly surprised at this revelation. How could he not know about the success of Bulma's medication? "Wait… so you're saying they're safe now?" he asked wide-eyed, "Does it mean we don't have to work on a cure anymore?"

Bulma gave a sigh. "Not exactly. We may not have to worry about the nanites anymore, but their lymphocyte count is still very low."

"What about Goten's spasms earlier on? What's that?" asked Gohan again, concern in his voice.

"That's a symptom for another illness… first diagnosis showed that it's a bacterial infection to his muscles."

"And he got it because his immune system isn't strong enough to fight the pathogens…"

"This problem can be solved with antibiotics, but it won't improve the condition of his immune system. Well, theoretically, we can administer transcription factors to force his body to create lymphocytes, but if it's too much he'll become leukaemic."

"So our best bet is to let his body do all the work since it knows the right balance."

"Yup, you're right. That's what we're trying to do now, but the problem is that there's not enough resource. If only we know how to accelerate the process, it'll be smooth sailing…"

Goten shot Gohan a knowing look. It seemed as though he was trying to urge his brother to stop withholding information and just spill everything he had to say regarding this matter. Gohan caught Goten's flow and acknowledged him; this was time the tables turned in their favour.

Followed by Bulma and Goten, the wild-haired Saiyan walked toward his room. Once there, he immediately rummaged through the contents of his drawer to find something. That something was a capsule which he opened to reveal a stack of journal papers and research notes. Seeing this, Goten gawked in disbelief; just by looking at the topic he knew those papers were all his elder brother's. He never knew Gohan had actually stolen them when he left him for just a moment in his counterpart's study.

Goten's reaction prompted Gohan to apologise. He didn't mean to steal it, he just wanted to borrow it for a while to aid them in their search for the children's cure. Of course, he would return it when they were done with all this stem cell business. When Goten had recovered from his surprise, he said it was alright and that Gohan's action was reasonable—at least for now. He would have to come up with an excuse if Older Gohan somehow found out about the disappearance of his journals.

One research paper—one that Gohan thought carried the most relevant information—was next handed to Bulma, and she studied the contents for a while. At first she couldn't make sense of what they were about, but being a brilliant engineer and scientist she was, she quickly put two and two together and caught the message. With every paragraph her eyes got wider and wider, and her lips slowly curled into a smile. By the time she reached the end of the paper, that smile had grown into a grin.

"This is amazing! Gohan, why didn't you tell me you've gathered some intelligence in Goten's timeline?" she exclaimed in exhilaration.

"I'm… sorry, Bulma. I was so engrossed in training with Goten, but by the time we were done in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber I had forgotten about it…" replied Gohan.

"That's okay, don't feel bad about it. That's all in the past. Let's focus on the here and now," said Bulma again, "Now if you don't mind, I'd like to borrow these papers and study them. I'll handle them with care."

"I don't mind, but Goten…" Gohan turned to Goten. Said boy approved Bulma's request and gave a green light, much to his brother's relief. "Well, I guess it's okay then. And, um… Bulma?

"Yes?"

"There's something else I want you to see."

Gohan took his laptop, powered it on, and opened the Internet browser. He keyed in a name he had just learned less than an hour ago on the search bar followed by some specific technical keywords; this showed them an array of journal papers in PDF format with the desired one on the very top of the list. Gohan then opened the document and printed it out.

"This guy was featured in the late news on Channel 9. I saw the programme," said Gohan. He then handed the printout—relatively thick for a scientific journal—to Bulma. "It seems his topic of research is the same as what I did in Goten's timeline, so I guess his paper can supplement our work."

Bulma just gave a nod of acknowledgement while skimming through the paper. "Mm-hmm… you're right. Look at his work… this guy is a genius! We can use this material to refer to. Alright then," she said, determination audible in her voice, "We'll be leveraging on Gohan and this scientist's work to advance our own. We can't know for sure if it's going to work, but we will if we work hard enough."

The boys produced a wide smile hearing this statement. It was very much music to their ears, and Gohan couldn't wait to be involved in the research and get his hands soiled in the research. It turned out his visit to that bar was a blessing in disguise after all; had he not been there, he wouldn't be reminded of his future self's achievements and how they could be used to their advantage.

"Wowee, alright! This is great, Goten!" Gohan gave his brother a high-five, "See, Goten? I told you this is gonna work!"

Goten joined in the glee. "Yeah! But whydcha say that? Did I ever doubt you? Even if I wanted to, I couldn't!"

"Alright! So tomorrow we're gonna work extra hard to help Bulma and—"

"No. You're not going to," Bulma interjected. This of course elicited shocked and disappointed responses from the brothers, but she was quick to follow up. "You've done so much for us, and now it's our time to work hard for your sake, also for Trunks and Goten. Go and have fun, I'll be just fine."

Goten crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head in confusion. "Gee, Auntie Bulma… we're glad that you say we can have some rest…" he said, "But who's gonna help you? Are you sure you can handle everything by yourself?"

"Goten's right. At least let us help you in the small things, Bulma. Please!" Gohan pleaded.

"You silly boys, I didn't say I'm going to do everything all alone, did I?" Bulma gave a chuckle, but in truth she was in total amazement at their willingness to help. She wasn't about to back up on her words, though, since she really felt Goten and Gohan would appreciate some time off and live their lives just like normal kids their age.

She then smiled knowingly and continued, "Yup, you don't need to worry about me. I'll arrange things so that the author of this paper will help me, and if you really want to help out, you can fetch him tomorrow afternoon."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Goodguy."

"I, uh… the pleasure is mine, Mrs. Brief. No, in fact, it's an honour to meet you."

"Come on in and let's have some tea. You must be still in a shock. I bet that's your first time flying through the sky."

"Um, thank you… and yes, those boys' method of travel is most amazing, that's for sure…"

"What you have just experienced shall remain between us and within the walls of this building. Right this way, please."

That long and lethargic night had passed and it was now afternoon.

As stated the previous night, Dr. Goodguy had been summoned to Capsule Corp to provide assistance in their research. He was fetched by Goten and Gohan from his residence in North City and had travelled on one of the boys' back through the frigid air of the mountains, thus putting Bulma's remarks about him being in a shock into context.

This was Dr. Goodguy's first time meeting the world's richest and most successful woman, so naturally he was extremely nervous. As he made his way through the convoluted hallways of Capsule Corp's residential quarters, he couldn't help but marvel at the artistic works placed strategically to enhance the ambience.

Even after being asked to wait in the living room, his eyes couldn't stay still. While waiting for Bulma to get Goten and Gohan, Dr. Goodguy eagerly inspected the statues, painting, and pieces of furniture and could tell straightaway that they were of exceedingly high item and nominal values. He was so engrossed in looking around he didn't realise Bulma, Goten, and Gohan's arrival in the room and only did when the lady called his name.

"Have a seat, please," Bulma gestured at the sofa. Dr. Goodguy complied and did as told; the other three followed suit and seated themselves opposite him. "Alright, Doctor. I'm sure you've met Son Gohan and Son Gotan. They are probably the closest brothers you'll ever know."

No, Bulma didn't make a single mistake. In order to spare a clueless outsider from confusion between Goten and little Goten, she—as well as everyone in the house—would refer to the former as Gotan for the time being. For all they knew, siblings sharing the exact same name were extremely rare, and that was if they even existed at all; if they were to use the name Goten to refer to both people, Dr. Goodguy would of course be confused—perhaps even suspicious.

Dr. Goodguy nodded in understanding. "Ah, yes. I can see that… they're fine young boys. But where are my manners? I haven't even thanked you for bringing me here all the way from North City!"

"Gee, Doctor, you don't have to thank us, really," replied Goten, "Sorry if we flew too fast, but we don't have much time."

"Well, if you have been acquainted with one another, what do you say we tackle the problem once and for all?" said Bulma. This proposition was met with agreement from both parties. "Now, the reason I have summoned you here, Dr. Goodguy, is…"

Bulma began to fill the researcher with details. No information was withheld and they told him absolutely everything, starting from what had caused Trunks and little Goten's horrible disease although she deliberately left out the part about Vanitas, what adverse effects it had brought, the treatment the children were currently under, and the progress that had been made. She also explained to him their current situation and complications as well as her action items to be done on the road to the children's recovery.

Gohan and Goten then supplemented Bulma's recount with their own. They informed him about the circumstances that had brought them to his research paper in the virtual world; Dr. Goodguy was pleasantly surprised by the fact that his interview was watched by boys their age. The older hybrid then passed to Dr. Goodguy the copies of his future counterpart's research notes—they had been edited so as not to show the name of the author and publication date—and told him he could use them for his reference.

When the boys had wrapped up their story, Bulma spoke again. "And that's basically the situation. Time is a really crucial factor, Doctor, and that's why we need your assistance right away." She then showed a yellow folder to be handed to Dr. Goodguy. "Of course we expect nothing but the best from you, and you will be reimbursed accordingly—"

"So, uh, how do I use this thing? Do I just put my mouth here and speak?"

Before Bulma was able to finish her sentence, a voice thundered from the PA system, interrupting her. That voice was so distinctive they didn't even need to be informed who the owner was; the boys could feel a drop of sweat running down their temple. Bulma, on the other hand, just gave a chuckle, especially when she saw the bewildered doctor sitting before her.

"Oh, Goku! You really are clueless, aren't you? Look at the light, it's green! You're online now. The whole house can hear you!" said a female voice. This one had to be Chichi, no doubt about it. "And yeah, mister, you just put your mouth on the speaker and say what you have to say. Gosh, if Vegeta hears you, he'd think you're a fool."

"Oh, so it's like a telephone, but you can speak to everyone? That's neat! Okay then, let's put this baby to good use. Hey Bulma!" Goku called out once more, "Trunks and Goten have just woken up, and they're looking for you. Chi, after our house is rebuilt, can we have this thing installed—"

As abruptly as it began, the PA system went silent. Chichi must have hung up, cutting off what Goku was about to say earlier. Goten and Gohan started to giggle at the thought of their father getting a scolding for his life for being technologically illiterate.

"Hmm, that Goku… he hasn't changed a bit, has he? Well, I'll be right there," Bulma mumbled mainly to herself, then turned to Dr. Goodguy, "I'm sorry, but you will have to excuse me for a moment. You will be attended to by Gohan and Gotan. Are you okay with that, boys? I have to go and give your brothers a shot."

Gohan smiled in response. "Ah, it's okay. We just need to explain one more thing. We don't mind, right, Gotan?"

"Yeah, just leave it to us, Auntie Bulma! You can go and take care of them," Goten concurred.

Knowing she could trust Goten and Gohan, Bulma stood up and prepared to leave. "Alright then. When you're done, bring Dr. Goodguy to the children's room. I'll take it from there," she said as she exited the living room.

The wild-haired Saiyan mumbled an "okay" under his breath, signifying acknowledgement. He then returned his attention to Dr. Goodguy and apologised about the interruption. "It was my dad. You see, he's not too tech-savvy. I lost my old laptop because of him… he wanted to know how to access a file, and I said he could just open it. He literally tore my laptop open."

"Woah, really? I didn't know that!" Goten gawked in amusement.

"Yeah, it was when you… weren't around," Gohan smiled knowingly, triggering a similar response from his brother. He then shifted his attention to the visibly amused Dr. Goodguy and returned to the main topic. "Anyway, about the reimbursement. You ready, Doctor?"

"I am. Please, go ahead," replied Dr. Goodguy.

"Well, it's simple, really. You can choose one out of these three options, but you don't have to do it now. It's all written here," Gohan handed Bulma's yellow folder to Dr. Goodguy, which he immediately opened to reveal some pieces of paper, "You can have Capsule Corp sponsor your future projects, work for Bulma as a senior member of the company's medical council, or be paid eighty million zeni on the spot. But…"

"… of course you can only enjoy the offer if your treatment works," Goten finished the sentence for Gohan. It was amazing how they seemed to think in one wavelength as though they had established a telepathic link, especially after everything they had gone through together. "But don't worry, Doctor. I think that's the last thing we have to worry about for now."

"It's your call, Doctor. You can decide now or later," Gohan concluded.

Dr. Goodguy was totally in a state of bewilderment. All three reimbursement options meant the world for him! He did a double take to verify the truth of the words on the paper before him, and yes, the letters said exactly what Gohan had mentioned earlier. So it was true… Capsule Corp was the kind of company whose executives wouldn't hesitate to spend a lot of money on everything they had set their sight on.

Frankly speaking, though, he wasn't ready to come up with a decision right now. It was just too sudden for him. "I appreciate it, but I'd really like some time to think about what I should choose. Is it okay with you guys?"

Gohan shrugged in reply and told him they were okay with that, but they had to hear what Bulma had to say. Without wasting any time, he got up and along with his brother led the doctor to the room in which little Goten and Trunks were being treated. After asking Dr. Goodguy to wait outside for a short while, Gohan disappeared behind the brown teak door, leaving him with Goten.

Several minutes passed with neither of them speaking a word. Dr. Goodguy was waiting patiently while by now Goten was sitting ever so casually on the floor. In no time, though, the silence started to grow uncomfortable, and the lack of noises whatsoever didn't make things any better.

To break the ice, the doctor seated himself on the floor, right beside Goten, and attempted a conversation. "So, Gotan, isn't it?"

"Mm-hmm? What is it, Doctor?" came the reply.

"I just want to ensure I caught the right information. Those children who are in need of my treatment… they're your brothers, right?" asked Dr. Goodguy. He seemed to be somewhat careful in wording his question.

Goten took a deep breath and exhaled audibly before replying with a nod. "Well, Goten is. The other one is Trunks, Auntie Bulma's own son and Goten's best friend… but we already think of him as our little own brother," he said. Before continuing, a faint glimmer of sadness flashed in his eyes, but it was transient and went away quicker than it had come. "You gotta treat them, Doctor. I think you might be our last hope. Please don't fail."

"I… yes, I understand. I will do my best to speed up their recovery."

"We're so glad you wanna help us out. Not that I don't love them, but you have no idea how Gohan does even more. They're everything to him. You should've seen his face while he was watching your interview last night."

"The pleasure's mine, Gotan. I'm glad I can be of help to you. And to think my research is acknowledged by Mrs. Brief herself…" Dr. Goodguy paused for a brief moment, seemingly remembering something he held dear, and continued, "It gladdens me to know my daughter's wish has been overshot."

"Your daughter's wish?"

"… I understand what you must have gone through. I've been through worse…"

Dr. Goodguy then told Goten a story about how he had come this far. According to him, he began his work on stem cells around five years ago, working his way up the ladder of success absolutely from scratch. His research was fuelled by a single goal, and it was to find a cure for his daughter who was then struggling to emerge victorious from her battle against leukaemia.

Having taken interest in her father's profession, Dr. Goodguy's daughter was well aware of what she was up against. She also knew she had little to no chance of survival, but she kept fighting; in fact, she helped her father in his research and would sometimes stay up all night long despite her rapidly deteriorating physiological condition just to keep him company. This of course was met with Dr. Goodguy's disapproval, but she was headstrong since "… she wanted to be strong just like her old man, who was fighting against time for her sake," said the kindhearted doctor.

Unfortunately, time wasn't with them. Only three weeks into his research, Dr. Goodguy lost his daughter to the terrible disease. Along with the mother, he was there during her final minute; before she breathed her last, she had made it clear to her father not to stop his research just because the reason why he started it would soon be no more. She insisted that he continue because she had faith someday, somewhere, Dr. Goodguy's research would certainly save someone else's life. That was her final message to him.

And now, that wish had been brought to life. Indeed this was the day he had been waiting for, but the fact that the lives of the son of Capsule Corp's CEO and his best friend was actually more than what he had bargained for. It was overwhelming and the pressure was intense, but for the sake of said children and his late daughter, he couldn't chicken out, now, could he?

"That's why… that's why I worked so hard day and night to be where I am now. The road wasn't exactly smooth and there were lots and lots of hurdles. Financial, scientific… and others," Dr. Goodguy carried on, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as though it had been the most interesting object in the world, "But I couldn't bring myself to give up. No, that would be disregarding Gina's request. I'd rather fall ill and die than live in shame."

Now Goten was feeling very apologetic. Never had it occurred to him the poor doctor had to pay such a dear price for his success. "I'm sorry, Doctor. I… I didn't mean to remind you about that."

Amazingly Dr. Goodguy just shrugged it off as though it didn't matter one bit. "It's okay, Gotan. You didn't know—"

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Doctor. I believe—why would you sit on the floor when there's a chair nearby?"

The doctor was interrupted by Bulma. He promptly stood up and apologised for being oblivious of her hospitality, but she insisted that he drop the stiff formality. Bulma then invited Dr. Goodguy into the room to be introduced to little Goten, Trunks, Goku, and Chichi and have an hour or two of discussion regarding their combined plan to cure the children.

As for Goten and Gohan, they were released of their duties of the day and Bulma said they were free to do whatever they wanted. Since it was past lunchtime and they hadn't had anything to eat, the brothers decided to eat out and unwind. Their eating place of choice was of course the one near the theme park at Haven, so that was where they went.

Upon their arrival—and knowing money was not a concern—Gohan immediately ordered not just one, not just two, but several courses to satiate their bottomless pit of a stomach; this caused the waiter to do a double take and ask again, but much to his incredulity the halfling was being serious. They even had to relocate to a bigger table when the food arrived, and this drew fellow patrons' full attention to themselves.

However, Goten was still lost deep in his thoughts. Seeing him eating his food in a slow pace, Gohan dragged his chair closer toward Goten. Lightly punching him on the shoulder, he said, "Hey, Goten. What's up?"

"Wh-what?" Goten was surprised at Gohan's approach, a reaction which earned him a strange look from his brother. It was evident he had been disconnected from reality, but soon regained awareness. "Oh, nothing… I was just thinking about something."

"Does it trouble you? You can always share with me, you know."

"Um, no, it doesn't, really. It was about the doctor… I think you and him are similar."

Gohan became even more confused at this remark. "Similar? How come? Have I really grown that old?"

Not knowing his brother could pull off a self-deprecating joke, Goten gave a chuckle. He then proceeded to tell Gohan the story about Dr. Goodguy's past. It was a classical tale of perseverance, alright, but there really was something more.

Goten couldn't shrug aside the impression that Gohan had actually travelled a path similar to the one the doctor had done. Just like Dr. Goodguy's unfailing determination to come up with a cure, his will to exterminate Vanitas was unparalleled. Also, just like how the doctor used his daughter's death to propel himself further, Gohan used the bitter memories of that android killing his comrades and hurting little Goten and Trunks as his driving force which really fuelled his ascension into Super Saiyan 2.

Gohan, too, was successful in his own terms. All things considered, Gohan was a child prodigy and everything he had gone through was just plain awesome.

"Hee-hee… you really think so about me?" Gohan became flattered and produced that distinctive sheepish Son grin.

"Of course! Anyone who has seen what you've been through and not think so must've had a loose screw," came the confident reply from Goten.

"Well, if that's how Dr. Goodguy became successful… I guess it's true that you must be willing to do whatever it takes for those close to you, huh," the wild-haired halfling mumbled. With his fork, he then stabbed a huge, juicy strip of tenderloin from his plate and transferred it to Goten's. "Just like this. I know you must be hungrier than you look, so why dontcha have this?"

Goten's eyes became as wide as saucers at this offer. Gohan was correct in his prediction; to tell the truth, the younger hybrid had been eyeing that particular cut and would eventually ask if Gohan could spare it for him. "Wow, really? You don't want it?"

"Go ahead, I know you want it. If I don't give it, you're gonna ask for it anyway, right?"

"Are you sure? It's your last chance, I'm not gonna ask you again."

"No, it's YOUR last chance. I'm not gonna ask you again."

That was cue enough for Goten to assume ownership of the slice of meat. Grateful, he wolfed it down in record time, and that act marked the end of their meal course. They concluded their lunch session with a refreshing jug—one for each—of iced lemon tea, and to allow the food to settle down in their stomach they lingered around for a short while. After a few minutes, Gohan walked over to the cashier to settle the bill, and the next second the brothers strolled out of the restaurant to continue with their itinerary for the day.

That said, they were free for the rest of the day due to their workload having been shifted to Dr. Goodguy. Gohan figured it would be good to spend the afternoon by perhaps walking around Haven and visiting a mall or two. Today was Saturday, anyway, and the pace of things wasn't as hectic as it had always been on weekdays, so it was indeed a great time to spend some time with his brother doing what they like, not what they had to do.

And so, taking a stroll and visiting various shops, especially bookstores and game shops, were exactly what they did. They would spend their Saturday just like normal boys their age would: no training, no studying, no researching, and obviously no fighting. Everything was done to relax themselves and purely for fun.

The brothers knew they could trust the children to Bulma and Dr. Goodguy. After all, they were established figures who had more experience in the field of medicine and medical engineering than Gohan ever had, and nothing could possibly go wrong when handled by them. With that in mind, they set off to their next destination to buy toys and snacks for little Goten and Trunks to commemorate their imminent recovery.

On their flight back home, though, it was Gohan's turn to get lost inside his thoughts. It was true that he had said he would be willing to do anything for those close to him regardless of the cost, and Goten and those twin terrors—known as little Goten and Trunks—all fell under that category.

But what if he was torn between two options? What if there was a conflict of some kind where he had no choice other than satisfying one side, but hurting the other side in the process? Who would he choose to save and sacrifice? He knew for a fact that the time would soon come when he would have to give up one for the other.

That time would come soon, and it was Goten's departure from this timeline. Delay as long as he might, eventually Goten would have do that since he wasn't of this world, and of course this was expected of him since his continued existence over here would destabilise the structural integrity of the time-space continuum.

By doing that, however, little Goten and Trunks would be upset beyond belief. Gohan had seen the bond which had formed between Goten and the children, and he had to admit it reminded him so much of how he had spent so much time with his brother from the future in his childhood. Gohan remembered how sad he was when Goten and Trunks left him several years back, and he just couldn't bring himself to think how his little brothers would react to Goten's inevitable departure from this timeline.

As for himself, he knew the right thing to do was to let Goten go. He was now thirteen, no longer a six-year-old, and as a preteen he was expected not to always go with his heart and disregard his head. However, to tell the truth, Gohan was less than willing to part with his brother yet again. He was positive this time around Goten would be leaving for good and there would be absolutely no chance of them to meet ever again.

That thought alone made his heart ache since he and Goten were essentially inseparable now. They had formed an unnaturally strong bond with each other and it had been established since times long gone; Gohan first ascended into Super Saiyan after seeing Goten got hurt by Frieza, and Goten attained his second transformation after seeing the same monster murder Gohan in front of his own eyes. During this second visit of his to this timeline, the future boy had done everything in his capacity to help him, too. They had trained together, fought together, and fused together to give Son the gift of life; heck, they even fought against each other, but it seemed the tears did nothing else but strengthen their bond.

All that said, there really was no other choice, now, was there? Gohan couldn't risk destroying his timeline just to satisfy his own desire to have the most inspirational person in his life—who happened to be his idol, best friend, confidant, and brother as well—around for posterity. He would have to be able to live with it… but would his brothers be able to? Would there be something—just anything—he could do to circumvent this issue or otherwise mitigate the devastating feeling of loss little Goten and Trunks would inevitably go through?

The more Gohan thought about it, the more his head hurt, so he figured for now he would just keep it to himself. There would be a moment to talk with Goten pertaining to this matter, but when? And would he be able to bring himself to do it? If the answer is "yes", Gohan had to be extra careful in constructing his sentences, since he didn't want to sound weak and dependent on his brother. As such, no, he couldn't see the talk happen anytime soon.

Perhaps he would have been better off without mentioning about willingness to do anything for those he loved. It seemed the proverb "your mouth, your tiger" held some degree of truth after all…