EPILOGOS — A NEW BEGINNING
Dale's tail quivered as he gripped his hang glider tightly, ran a few quick steps, and jumped off the runway branch.
It was a beautiful sunny day, not too windy, and perfect for hang gliding.
He soared above the park, and then he was above the city.
It seemed perfect to just glide in the wind, between the ground and the sky, with no worries, no flight plan, no actual destiny, and just relax and enjoy the view.
He was so relaxed that he seemed to hear music forming in his head.
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He then moved off the city, and headed toward the sea.
As he did, it seemed as if a man was singing,
"Now I've…had the time of my life…" He approached Liberty Island, and in moments he was above the Statue Of Liberty.
"No, I never felt like this before." Suddenly, something interrupted his relaxation.
"Yes, I swear…it's the truth…" A shadow covered him.
"And I owe it all to you—" He lowered his ears, stiffened his tail, and looked up. A female sang now,
"'Cause I've…had the time of my life…" It was Foxglove! She was flying above him—
"And I owe it all to youuuu—" And…oh boy, she had that look on her face, not to mention her ears were up and her tail was swishing…
The music sped up a bit.
Dale accelerated, but Foxglove stayed right behind him. He didn't know why, but he actually felt scared. He knew what she wanted, but the way she was being so forward about it made him feel very uneasy.
What's more, he swore he could almost feel her sonar all over his backside.
He was then suddenly over Niagara Falls.
The Male: "I've been waiting for so long,
Now I've finally found someone to stand by me." He looked back for a moment, and she was still following.
The Female: "We saw the writing on the wall
As we felt this magical fantasy!" What's more, she climbed a bit, and then dove right at him, pulling her wings in and spinning like a missile.
Both: "Now with passion in our eyes,
There's no way we could disguise it—" She suddenly levelled off, and flew right beside him, GAZING into his eyes.
The Male: "Secretly…" Oh, dear.
Both: "So we take each other's hand,
'Cause we seem to understand—the urgencyyyy!" Definitely scared, as his ears and tail showed, Dale zoomed off, heading for Chicago.
The Male: "Just remember!" Once there, he looked back, and seemed to have lost her. So, he relaxed his ears and tail, and resumed his sightseeing. He spun up the Sears Tower.
The Female: "You're the one thing—" And she was waiting for him at the top!
The Male: "I can't get enough of!" He zoomed off again, but he didn't seem to be that scared of her now.
The Female: "So I'll tell you something:" She now flew under him, upside down, her sonar resonating wildly within his chest.
Both: "This could be love!" Dale zoomed off again, headed south.
But he wasn't scared anymore.
In fact, his tail was quivering, and his ears were straight.
"Because—
I've had…the time of my life!" He tried to lose her in a cloud, but clouds were no match for sonar.
"No, I never felt this way before!" They arrived at St. Louis, spun all around The Arch, and now zoomed westward.
"Yes, I swear…it's the truth!" As fast as he was flying (and not knowing how his glider was generating its own thrust), he just could not fly any faster than her.
"And I owe it all to youuuu…!" In fact, she caught up with him again: She flew under him, upside down again, really close, and softly caressed his cheeks with her wingtips.
Dale nearly swooned and his tail blurred while his ears fell back, but a bright sparkle jolted him conscious again.
On Foxglove's left wing, in her thumb claw, she was wearing a gold ring.
Suddenly glancing at his own left paw, he noticed his ring as well.
The Male: "Hey, baby!"
He forgot that they were both married!
So why the heck was he fleeing from her? It was all perfectly legal now!
Foxglove seemed to sense his reckoning, from the way he began looking at her, ears up now, and wagging his tail.
The Female: "With my body and soul
I want you more than you'll ever know." And now, he was chasing her, headed for San Francisco.
The Male: "So we'll—just let it go,
Don't be afraid—to lose control…!…no…" They arrived, and flew under the Golden Gate Bridge, accelerating even more as they moved over the Pacific Ocean.
The Female: "Yes, I know what's on your mind
When you say, 'Stay with me tonight'!" It almost seemed as if they had reached supersonic speeds as they headed for Hawaii.
The Male: "Stay with me!" And as he flew behind her, he finally realised why she liked to fly behind him.
The Male: "And remember!" But they didn't stop at Hawaii.
"You're the one thing—" Flying faster than any bat or chipmunk had flown before, they moved on toward Japan.
The Female: "I can't get enough of!" She began teasing him, allowing him to just barely reach her, and then suddenly accelerating away from him. Finally, they arrived in Tokyo.
The Male: "So I'll tell you something:" There, they saw/heard Godzilla, who was, as usual, eating the city, again. They slowed down, flew in front of her, and waved.
Both: "This could be love!" She stopped eating a building for a moment, smiled, waved back, and resumed her rampage as those two flew off.
Suddenly, Godzilla did a double take at them, and blushed, for some reason…
"Because—
I've—" Foxglove suddenly reached light-speed and warped up into outer space.
The Female: "I've—!—had…" Dale was unfazed. From out of nowhere, ion engines extended from the glider's wings, ignited, and he warped off after her.
Both: "—had…the time of my life!" He was soon right behind her, and they zoomed past Mars.
No, I never felt this way before…!" They dodged a thousand asteroids a moment later, like Han Solo did in the Millennium Falcon.
"Yes, I swear—" Only this time, being the pursuer, he didn't bump into anything.
The Male: "I swear!" They left the Asteroid Belt, and headed for Jupiter.
Both: "It's the truth!
And I owe it all to you!" The zoomed all around the Jovian moons, and even through the ring around the planet.
"'Cause I've…had…the time of my life!" And they almost bumped into the spacecraft Galileo.
"And I searched through every open door—" They stopped for a moment.
The Female: "Never felt this way!" They looked/echosounded at each other for a moment, smiled…
Both: "Till I found…the truth!" …moved in front of the probe's camera, and made the wildest faces at it.
"And I owe it all to you!" They very likely gave an astronomer a heart attack back on Earth.
They left the spacecraft alone, giggling, and resumed their pursuit.
And it seemed that someone was playing a saxophone at this point.
Foxglove glanced back a moment, and gave him yet another sinister GAZE.
Ho boy.
They headed toward the volcanic moon, Io, and Dale was now right behind her.
Suddenly Foxglove dipped, pulled her wings in, and dove straight into a volcano, splashing black sulphur all over the area.
Dale, still unfazed, dove in right after her, causing a bigger splash.
From the outside, Io appeared to have just swallowed two mammals.
But then, its volcanic activity began increasing. All its volcanoes began spewing black sulphur from within the planet, and then even more and more sulphur, and then the sulphur began erupting in black heart shapes, and then red heart shapes, which now shot off into space at great speed, and the eruptions increased even further, making the moon vibrate uncontrollably, and that sight would confound astronomers for centuries, and just when it seemed that Io was going to shatter—
Dale and Foxglove shot off from another volcano on the opposite side—
The music slowed down again, to a romantic pace.
The Male: "Now, I've…"
The Female: "I've…"
The Male: "…had…the time of my life…" They were now side-by-side in the glider; Dale on the left, Foxglove on the right.
The Female: "Oo—" They were holding each other with one wing/paw, and the other wing/paw was on the glider's control bar, and they were looking at each other with more tenderness than ever before.
The Male: "…no, I never felt this way before—" It was a glider built for two, all of the sudden…
The Female: "Never felt this way!" They were both sweating, and seemed to be very exhausted, for some reason, as their tails barely twitched, and their ears were laid back, but they still looked very happy.
The Male: "Yes, I swear…
It's the truth …" They now headed back.
"And I owe it all to you!" The music sped up again.
Both: "I've—"
The Female: "—IIIIIII'VE—had…!"
Both: "—had…the time of my life!" They zigzagged through the asteroid belt a la Han Solo, again, enjoying that very much.
"No, I never felt this way before—!" They left the Asteroid Belt, and headed for Mars.
The Female: "Never felt this way!"
Both: "Yes, I swear…it's the truth!" There, they stopped to admire the red planet, then they looked/echosounded at each other, and kissed deeply.
The Male: "It's the truth, yeah!" They now flew back to Earth. On the way, they saw Ditz's spaceship.
Both: "And I owe it all to you!" So, they moved in front of it, and waved hello.
The Female: "And I—oo—!" Ditz and his companions, of course, waved back, but just as soon as the couple flew off, they did a double take at them, lost sight of where they were going, and smashed the ship into Deimos, one of Mars' moons. They weren't hurt, just very, very, ticked off at their own clumsiness. They just sat in the bridge, pseudopodia in their chins, fuming at themselves.
Both: "'Cause I've—!" Now Dale and Foxglove approached the Moon.
The Male: "I'VE HAD—!"
Both: "—had—" The sight/sound of the Moon was so romantic and breathtaking that they paused for another space kiss, their tails wagging again.
The Female: "—Had the time—!"
Both: "The time of my life!" They were very happy.
The Male: "I've had the time of my life!"
Both: "And I searched through every open door." Thusly, they flew back to Earth, and lost themselves in the great blue planet.
The Female: "—Never felt this way—!"
The Male: "You're good to me, baby!"
The Female: "Oo-hoo—!"
"¿Señor Okkmont?"
The music faded out.
Both: "Till I found…"
The Male: "You're good to me, baby!"
"¿Señor Okkmont?"
Both: "The truth!"
The Male: "And I! And I—!"
Both: "And I owe it all to you…!"
"¿Señor Okkmont?"
Both: "'Cause I've—!"
The Female: "Oo—!"
"¿Señor Okkmont?"
Slowly, reality faded in.
Dale and Foxglove, ears laid back, were still looking and echosounding at each other and wagging their tails the same way they were doing so in the glider, but he was carrying her in his arms now.
They weren't in outer space, or in a hang glider, but indoors, in the hall of a small-mammal hotel, to be exact.
They were standing right next to the entrance of their suite—
"¿Señor Okkmont?"
Finally, they "awakened", perking up their ears and quieting their tails.
Beside them was a young male black-furred ring-tailed coatimundi, a bellhop, apparently wondering if something was wrong.
They suddenly glanced at him, with slight confusion.
"¿Se encuentra bien?"
Dale shook slightly for a moment, and then he looked at his wife.
It also took Foxglove a minute to come back to Earth, and then she stuttered, "Um, he wants to know if we—er—if you're all right."
Dale shook slightly again, and just nodded at the procyonid.
Someone must have had the music on too loud just now.
Satisfied, the bellhop gestured toward the suite, where he had placed their luggage a few moments ago.
"Disfruten," he quipped, and he padded off.
Dale looked at Foxglove again, who simply blushed, "He…he said…'enjoy'…tee hee!"
Dale chuckled too, and finally, he carried his wife over the threshold, and shut the door.
The "Do not disturb/No molestar/Ne pas deranger" sign swung slightly on the doorknob.
Inside, Dale put her down at last.
Both of them could not believe how long they had held off, even with all the personal strength they had gained recently.
The flight to Cancún seemed to take forever, and yet it seemed like a blur. Attaching the Ranger Wing upside-down to the 747 was a good idea, for it made Foxglove comfortable, and it gave him even more "practice", as well as some pre-nuptial rest, considering the long reception that they were in earlier.
But all through the trip, they just looked/echosounded at each other, unable to do anything else.
Still, that did not explain what had happened to them just now.
How on earth could they both have had what seemed to be a joint-hallucination?
And what's more, how could the song say that they've just "had the time of their lives" if they had barely gone inside?
No matter. They had more important things to take care of at the moment, and unpacking was certainly not one of them.
Dale removed his shirt.
He wouldn't be needing it for a while now.
After all, even in the early evening, Mexican summers were extremely hot…
Foxglove echosounded at every single square millimetre of his pumped up self, causing her tail to quiver.
Nothing like that ever showed up in her dreams.
This was way beyond what she had during her dark days.
This was almost too good to be real—
Oh no.
Her ears stiffened.
Her tail froze.
Dale slowly padded to the bedroom, saying, "It was very nice of Clarice and Canina to recommend this place, don't you think?"
He was admiring the luxurious suite, but his train of thought was derailed as Foxglove suddenly grabbed him and whirled him to face her.
He was about to think that she was getting impatient, from the way she was feeling his face with her wings, but his swoon and tail swishing and ear layback were interrupted when he saw the expression on her face.
Foxglove was in a near panic.
Standing back slightly, he looked at her very uneasy-like, "W-what?"
Foxglove continued to feel his face, almost as if she had lost something there, or as if she was about to lose the most important treasure she had ever found—
"Who are you?" she demanded in a terrified whisper.
Dale stood back firmly, quite confused, laying back his ears, "Huh?"
"Wh-who…who…are…you?" she stuttered.
Dale couldn't for the life imagine why she would ask him something like that.
"Um, Foxy, I'm Dale Segoleh Oakmont, your husband, see?"
He waved his ringed digit for her to see and hear, but Foxglove's expression did not change.
"Foxy, what's wrong?" he asked, with near-panicky concern.
Foxglove replied, on the brink of tears, "Are…are you for real?"
Dale just looked at her for a moment.
He thought to himself, looked back at her again, and replied, "Well, from the last time I checked, yes. But I'll check again." He pinched his arm slightly, wincing. "Ouch. See? I'm real, I think. What, did you think I was a cartoon or somethin'? Foxy, what's wrong?"
The bat lady now cried openly, drooping her ears and tail, "Oh, please, please be real!"
Dale became even more confused.
"Even if you're a cartoon, please be a real cartoon!"
Dale came closer and held her wing, "Darlin', you're scarin' me. What are you talkin' about?"
Ashamed, Foxglove lowered her head, but Dale gently raised it back up and looked at her eyes.
Suddenly, fright came on his face now.
"Um…uh, d-don't tell me you're…uh…s-scared," he shivered.
The bat lady shook her head, "N-no, it's not that, but I am scared that…that this will all just be a dream…" She sobbed, "Oh, Dale, it's just that…I've had so many dreams about you—about us being together like this—and…and I've always awakened right on the best part! Now that we're here, in the perfect place with the perfect mate…Dale, this feels like Heaven…and…and…it's just too good to be true! Dale…I'm…I'm afraid…that I'm going to wake up again…and…and…you'll disappear…[sob]…and…none of this will have been for real…!"
Foxglove threw her wings around him and sobbed into his chest.
Dale knew that sooner or later they would have marital problems, but the marriage counsellor never mentioned this. So all he could do was hold her and try to comfort her as best as he could.
The only response he could come up with was, "Um, Foxy, I don't know if this will make you feel better…but…I told you that I've had my share of dreams as well…and…I've also woken up on the best part."
He then pushed her back slightly, and looked into her eyes, swishing his tail a trifle, but still keeping his ears down.
"Foxy, I don't want you to go through that again. If none of this is for real…then…then…you'd better wake up now, and not later on. You deserve better than that."
Foxglove just bit her lip slightly, hesitating.
"Foxy, please, if it is a dream, you won't lose anythin' this time. Please, do it."
Reluctantly, Foxglove released him.
She held her wings in front of her, and brought her right wing to her mouth.
Since she couldn't pinch very well, she decided to bite herself.
Trembling, she opened her mouth, placed her thumbclaw between her fangs, and bit down, gently at first.
Then, harder.
And harder.
And—
"Ouch!"
She suddenly shut her eyes and hushed her sonar. She didn't want to face the frustration of reality and non-fulfilment again.
"Who are you?"
Oh no.
"Who are you?" insisted the voice.
But then, she recognised the voice.
It was Dale's voice.
But, were they still in the hotel?
Or were they back in New York, with her sleeping next to a chipmunk who had never met her before?
Slowly, she opened her eyes, and quietly echosounded again.
She was still in the suite, with her husband in front of her.
Her ears straightened.
Her tail twitched.
She smiled.
"I…I am Foxglove Yegoleh of Oakmont, your wife," she stated, proud of the names Dale had given her, especially the feminine counterpart of Dale's middle name.
But she was still a trifle unsure of the reality of all of this.
Dale padded up, ears up and tail in a blur, and caressed her face a bit.
"Are you for real?" he asked tenderly.
She almost swooned, but managed to reply, "I…I think so."
"Well, I certainly hope so."
He moved in closer and gave her a light but long kiss that seemed to go on forever.
When they came up for air æons later, he stated, "Well, you seem real enough to me! And…Foxy…if this is still a dream…then…I'll do everythin' possible to make sure you don't wake up."
"Won't that be kinda difficult considering—"
"Yes, I know. But I'll still try."
The pipistrell smiled.
"Dale, do you think that either of us are dreaming this? That maybe we both are just figments of each other's imagination?"
The tamias thought for a moment, and replied, "Doubt it. But if we are, and if we didn't wake up just now, maybe we're inside someone else's dream."
The verspetilionid stood back, "You mean we could simply be figments of someone else's imagination?"
The sciurid frowned a bit, "Possibly. And if we are, then I hope he or she is enjoyin' this!"
"So, do you want to take that risk?" asked the chiropterid.
The rodent thought again, and said, "Yeah, why not? If it is a dream, then at least we won't wake up soon. And if it isn't, well, then, that's good news for us, don't you think?"
Foxglove smiled sinisterly again, "I love the way you reason, Cute Stuff." And she placed a light kiss on his red nose.
So, both went into the bedroom—
Both stopped, as did their tails, and their ears stiffened again.
The bed was covered with foxglove petals. That wasn't too bad in itself, but—
At the foot of the bed was a large box, slightly taller than they were.
It was gift-wrapped in purple, and it had a purple bow on top.
Hanging from the bow was a large tag.
The tag had a message printed on it, written in a gold Old English font:
Congratulations, Dale and Foxglove
"Uh, Foxy, did any of the guys know we were goin' to be in this room?" asked Dale, rather nervously, eyeing the box with extreme suspicion.
"I…I doubt it…but Canina and Clarice made the reservations…maybe they did."
Still quite suspicious, Foxglove echosounded at the box.
There was no ticking coming from it, and no humming, either. So there was no mechanical or digital timer inside.
"A complementary gift from the hotel?" asked Dale, not wanting to consider their enemies just yet.
"M-maybe," she stuttered. "Dale, I think it's safe. I don't hear anything moving inside. Can you smell anything?"
Dale padded closer to the box, and took some careful sniffs.
He didn't smell anything explosive or flammable, and this box couldn't be airtight because it was made of thin cardboard and it was too small, relatively speaking.
He did, however, smell something else, something that lingered about the box, something that appeared to trigger yet another suppressed instinct within him.
It was an instinct that had somehow remained neglected all this time. With them dealing with death and resurrections for so long, and killing many things and bringing back many things from beyond the grave, that particular instinct seemed to have been lost in the shuffle.
All this time, he knew they were forgetting something, but it was so dim and hazy in his memory that he couldn't pinpoint it.
Even now, the scent he was getting wasn't entirely clear. It was certainly pulling something from deep within him, but he couldn't figure out what it was.
So, he just padded up, and pulled on the bow.
The purple wrapping fell to the floor.
And Dale staggered back, ears laid down, his mouth wider than ever, his tail swishing like never before, and his eyes glazed like never before.
In front of him, inside a gold-coloured carton-framed box, with transparent sides, was—
The biggest—
The most colossal—
The richest—
The yummiest—
GIANT white chocolate Hershey's kiss with almonds that he had ever seen.
The music started up again.
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"When a man loves a woman!" And once again, neither knew where it was coming from. Maybe someone had the radio too loud again.
"Can't keep his mind on nothin' else." Foxglove echosounded at Dale, and smiled. She certainly knew about his chocolate reflex.
"He'd trade the world—for the good thing he's found." She padded up to the box, and craftily opened it. All of its sides fell flat on the floor, leaving the Hershey's Kiss out in the open, finally.
"If she is bad, he can't see it!" Never again would Dale, nor anyone, see her as the criminal she once was. She was forever a good one now.
"She can do no wrong." Dale was now frozen in place just from what he was smelling.
"Turn his back on his best friend—if he puts her down." Well, maybe not turn his back on Chip, but just place him aside, for now. Just then, Foxglove echosounded downward, to the bottom of the box.
"When a man loves a woman!" At the base of the Hershey's Kiss, there were none other than chocolate covered LUNA MOTHS!
"Spend his very last dime—" She, too, stood back for a moment, more than stunned, ears laid back, with her tail in a blur again.
"Trying to hold on—to what he needs." That was certainly not what she expected from a wedding present, either.
"He'd give up all his comforts!" She gathered her thoughts again, straightened her ears, and padded up to the Kiss.
"Sleep out in the rain—!" They remembered the rainy night she came back, and the night she left. Craftily, she placed her wings on the Kiss, and broke off the tip, causing Dale to perk up his ears.
"If she said that's the way—it ought to be." Then she reached down, and picked up one moth.
"Heyyy, ah…" And then she practically floated up to Dale.
"Oooo—"
"When a man loves a woman…! Yeah…" At this point, Dale was wondering if everything that was going through his mind was moral, or even legal.
"I give you everything I've got! Ho, oh—" But then, he looked at Foxglove's ring.
"Trying to hold on—to your precious love." Then, he looked at his ring.
"Baby! Baby, please don't treat me bad!" This was perfectly moral.
This was perfectly legal.
All of their friends and relatives knew where they were and what they were doing…well, they had a general idea, at least.
And they all had sanctioned it and given them their blessing.
This was the perfect time.
This was the perfect place.
It was time for more…
"Oooo—"
"When a man loves a woman!" Looking at her with glazed eyes, he saw her come up to him, and she placed the moth on his right paw.
"Deep down in his soooul," Then she moved his right arm over her shoulder, and put her left wing, which had the Kiss piece, around his shoulder.
"She can bring him—such misery." And what a horrible misery it was, but it was in the past now. Gently, she put the Kiss in his mouth, and he picked up on what she was doing.
"If she is playing him for a fool…!" Not that she would ever play him like that, either.
"He's the last one to know." Following her lead, he placed the moth in her mouth.
"Loving eyes—can never see." Both would only see/hear good in each other, now and forever. Both were suddenly overtaken by a rush of endorphins brought about by the wonderful flavour and scent of their favourite foods, causing them to become very light-headed and to nearly faint.
And both were practically drowning in pheromones now.
"Yes, when a man loves a woman!" And then they looked/echosounded at each other's eyes.
"I know exactly how he feels." A slight pause, as in each other's eyes, they saw/heard each other.
"'Cause baby!" They saw/heard their souls within each other.
"Baaaaaaaaby…yyy…!" They were now part of each other: body, mind, and spirit.
They saw/heard passion.
They saw/heard love.
They saw/heard peace.
They saw/heard joy.
They saw/heard kindness.
They saw/heard tenderness.
They saw/heard laughter.
They saw/heard humour.
They saw/heard strength.
They saw/heard expectancy.
And due to the circumstances, they saw/heard extreme eagerness as well.
"When a man loves a woman!" Having eaten their mouthfuls, she turned slightly, held his paw to her face, and kissed his thumb again, making him shiver. She then placed both wings around him, and he placed both arms around her. Tails blurred, and ears were laid back.
"Wo…" And they kissed.
"When a man loves a woman!" It was sweet.
"Yea-yea!" It was chocolaty.
"When a man loves a woman!" It was only the beginning.
"…when a man loves a woman…"
"When a MAN!" [Camera truck out of the suite through closed venetian blinds, truck higher and higher, first showing the small mammal hotel wing, then the human hotel itself.]
"When-a-MAN!" [Truck out still higher, now showing the hotel zone.]
"…when a man loves a woman…"
"When a man loves a woman!" [Truck out still higher, now showing the Cancún bay area.]
Fly, fly, fly, fly away, with the one you promised to love forever, fly to unreachable heights with him, the Wind Beneath Your Wings, to unknown places, to uncharted worlds, to have new, wonderful, exciting, and scary adventures with him, to go through danger together, to love him from now to eternity, to be a part of him, to have him be a part of you, to feel both the pleasure and pain of love, to go where no bat or chipmunk has ever gone before, to bring forth new life, to stand by each other, fly, fly, fly away, with him, forever and ever…
"Hooo—! Hoo—! Hoo—! Hoo—! Hoo—! Hoo—!" [Truck out still higher, now showing the mainland, the bay area, Isla Mujeres, and the Caribbean Sea.]
"…when a man loves a woman…"
Fly, fly, fly, fly away…
"…when a man loves a woman…"
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"…oh, Dale…"
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It was only the beginning…
THE END / DAS ENDE / DIE EINDE / EINDE / EL FIN / O FIN / LE FIN / IL FINE / SFÂRŞIT / KONIEC / КОНЕЦ / BEIGAS / LOPPU / ΤΈΛΟΣ / ףוס / TAMAT / LIAU LIAU / DANEH O' / 剧 终 / おわり / SLUTT / SLUT / UXUL / TLAMILIZTLI