GRAND NAGUS SMACKDOWN
Volume 1, chapter 3
Published: 8 May 2021
Word count: 4,593 (08/05/21)

A/N: This one's for my homies on Discord. You know who you are! :)

A/N: Mr. Writer feels more stressed than ever to meet the deadline set by his buddy after a four year hiatus on this fiasco of a comedy skit. Without further ado, here is the long awaited chapter 3. Enjoy!

Captain Jean-Luc Picard was taking a fat dump while humming his favorite song in the whole universe, "Bye Bye Bye" by NSYNC. He began singing some of the lyrics.

I'm doing this tonight
You're probably gonna start a fight
I know this can't be right
Hey baby, come on
I loved you endlessly
And you weren't there for me
So now it's time to leave
And make it alone

Picard's girlfriend, Beverly Crusher, walked in. "Jean-Luc, I don't like the sound of that... you're not thinking of leaving me, are you?"

Picard gasped. "Beverly, it's just a song. Can I please take a shit in peace?"

She placed some towels on the sink. "I did all of your laundry again. You really need to stop smoking with Riker. It's making you too forgetful."

"No! Not my weed, dammit! I will not compromise on that. This damn crew stresses me out too much; I can't handle their bullshit without some kush in the morning."

Beverly sighed. "Alright, but I won't do your laundry for you next time. Make sure you don't forget."

"Fine. Fine! You just hit me with the truth, but now I want to see you out that door."

She frowned at him. "You're quoting that song again, aren't you?"

-insert Picard facepalm-

"Just let me poop, woman!"

ACT I

Mr. Writer sat at his keyboard, wondering how he could possibly top the insanity of the previous two chapters while also bringing the trilogy to a satisfying conclusion. Deep down he wished he could get as stoned as Picard and Riker probably were right about now. Sigh...

Picard entered the bridge. "Status report, Mr. Riker?" he asked.

"All's well up here, sir. Nothing unusual to report." Riker lowered his voice. "I've got a new strain of Earl Grey for us to try in the ready room."

Picard gave him a side glance. "I'm not in the mood for tea right now, number one. If you had some of that sweet devil's lettuce, it would be a different story..."

Riker rubbed his forehead. "That's what it is, sir. It's literally called Earl Grey. I figured you'd like it considering that's your favorite tea."

"Well why didn't you say so, William? Quick, to the bong cave!" Picard jumped up and ran to the ready room.

Riker facepalmed.

"Not subtle at all, is he, commander?" Worf mused.

"Subtle as Wesley's love for man meat," Riker replied.

Worf belted out a laugh. "That joke would be perfect if he hadn't run a demolition crew known as Dick and Balls through Deanna."

Riker fumed. "I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that. It's not like Wesley's the only one who's made it to fourth base with her."

"You know who else has made it to fourth base? Deez nuts!"

Riker clenched his fists. "No, no, no! Worf, tell me it's not true! What about the bro code?"

"Fuck the bro code. You gotta have class if you wanna charm a real woman like her. Face it, Riker. You're washed up."

Riker burst into tears. "You'll pay for this, you Klingon bastard. You'll pay for stealing my imzadi from me!"

Picard walked out of the ready room, a plume of smoke following him. "Damn, Riker, that shit hits hard! Mr. Worf, break out the snacks and turn on the pay-per-view. It's time to party like it's 2007!"

"Aye, captain," Worf replied.

"Hey captain, I'll take a hit if you don't mind," Riker said. "I need something to drown out my sorrows."

Picard frowned. "Oh, about that... sorry, number one, I smoked the whole thing since you took so long."

Riker slumped down to the floor. "NOOOOOOOOOO!"

...

Data and Geordi had met at the holodeck for some recreation.

"Alright, Data, I brought the good stuff with me this time," Geordi said.

"The 'good stuff'?" Data questioned.

"Yeah. Let's start up a program first, and then we can partake."

"Alright, shall we play a nice friendly Sherlock Holmes mystery?"

"Fuck yeah!"

Data nodded. "Computer, initiate 'Sherlock Holmes Program 42069.'"

"Ooh, Data, looks like we're dragging you down to hell with us."

"What do you mean, Geordi?"

"You poor innocent soul." Geordi patted him on the shoulder. "Here, have some of this. It'll help you understand better."

"Are these... mushrooms?"

"Yeah, they're magic! Just eat them, Data."

Data took a handful of shrooms and consumed them. Geordi did the same.

"Geordi, I do not feel any different."

Geordi nodded. "Just give it a little while. When it hits you like a plasma conduit to the face, you'll know."

Data looked alarmed. "That doesn't sound very pleasant, Geordi."

"It'll be great. Just start the program."

"Okay. Computer, begin program." Data looked toward the readers. "If I die tonight, tell Mr. Writer that he's a sadistic asshole."

...

Worf was flipping through the pay-per-view channels.

One caught Picard's eye. "WrestleMania 385 Main Event: Sleepy Joe vs. Big Chungus Donnie".

"Wait, Mr. Worf. Let's check that one out," Picard said.

"Aye, captain. Do you have your space credit card handy?"

Picard scoffed. "Bill it to Admiral Nechayev. She owes me one."

"It's the card on file I take it?"

"Card on file? What card on... er... yes, that's it, Mr. Worf."

"The admiral's gonna fillet your ass once she finds out, sir," Worf chuckled. "It will be a good day to fry."

"Oh shut it," Picard replied. "It's a government-issued card, not her personal one. She uses it for shopping sprees all the time."

"In that case, do you mind if I make a few purchases, captain? There's this new kind of porn called hentai that I've been meaning to check out."

"Do as you like, Mr. Worf."

Worf grinned. "Alright, purchase confirmed, captain. Enjoy your show." He walked towards the conference room.

Riker stood up and followed Worf. "H-hey, buddy. Tell me more about this hentai stuff."

Worf sighed. "Well, since it's the only kind of action you're going to be getting for the foreseeable future, why not. Take a seat, commander, as I tell you a tale of the tentacle succubi of the mystical world of Japanese animation..."

...

After some typical Sherlock shenanigans (Worf would not be amused), the effects of the shrooms finally started to kick in for Data and Geordi.

Data burst out laughing uncontrollably for a good minute and a half.

"Data, what's so funny?" Geordi asked at last.

"I... I do not know, Geordi. It was a most wonderful experience, though."

Geordi started giggling. "Oh no, now you're rubbing off on me..."

Both of them began cracking up, and couldn't stop until Professor James Moriarty showed up in front of them.

"Ah, Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson," he said. "We meet again. Or should I say Mr. Data and Mr. La Forge..."

The duo looked at him and then back at each other. They started laughing again and patted each other on the back.

"Excuse me, but what's so funny?"

They ignored him.

"Hmph. See if you're laughing once I reveal my master plan to you. I have finally devised a way to leave this accursed holodeck that you have me caged inside, and it involves you, Mr. Data. You see, your android body is made up of the same technologies that run your holodeck and starship, so therefore upon reflection, I realized that I only need to link you to your ship's computer and I could make my escape through you. In essence, I'd gain full control over you and attain my freedom."

"Ok boomer," Geordi said, cackling.

Moriarty looked confused. "What are you talking about Mr. La Forge?"

"I don't... I don't really know, but my gut tells me it's a sick burn."

"Actually, early 21st century Earth philosophers used the phrase quite liberally as a jab at the older generation. So you are indeed correct in your usage, Geordi," Data replied.

"Ah yeah!" Geordi exclaimed. "You know, Data, you can be really cool sometimes. Sorry for always being a dick to you, bro."

"No hard feelings, Geordi. We will always be friends."

"Aww, com'ere." Geordi opened his arms and pulled Data toward himself.

They embraced in a bro hug. (totally no homo!)

Moriarty stood before them, speechless. "I-if you two are quite finished, I will now enact my plot to leave this wretched place and take over your ship!"

"Bro, have you ever tried magic mushrooms? They're fucking great, man. Here, I still have a few left," Geordi offered.

"Poppycock. I have no interest in playing your insolent games, Mr. La Forge. Now, Mr. Data, allow me to come inside you."

Data's eyes grew wide. "Um... Mr. Moriarty, I..."

"Data don't swing that way, fool!" Geordi retorted. "Besides, if anyone's gonna be coming inside him, it's gonna be me."

"Geordi..." Data gasped. "I didn't know you felt that way."

Moriarty grew enraged. "Computer, transfer my matrix into Mr. Data's positronic net. Authorization code Moriarty-666!"

The computer made some beeps and boops and Moriarty disappeared. "Transfer complete."

"What the fuck? Data, you good?" Geordi asked worriedly.

"I am..." Data began. An evil grin rested upon his face. "My plan is a success, Mr. La Forge."

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" Geordi exclaimed. He ran over to the computer terminal and opened a comm to the bridge. "Captain, come in!" he shouted.

No answer.

"Captain!"

A recorded message began playing. "You have reached the office of Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise. I'm unavailable at the moment, but if you leave a message, I may eventually get back to you. Depends on whether I like you or not. If you're calling about weed, my dealer is my first officer, Mr. William T. Riker. Direct all inquiries to his office. If it's about my conduct as captain, well... la la la la la, not listening! I do a bang-ass job as captain. It's not my fault you pissants are all too big for your britches and want to tell me how to do my job!"

Geordi began sweating bullets as Moriarty-possessed Data walked towards him.

The recording continued. "Er... computer, were you recording all of that?"

"Of course not, dear. This one's just between us," the computer could be heard replying.

"Good! Anyway, make it so, bitches!" The recording ended.

Moriarty sighed. "Mr. La Forge, I will spare your life if you take me to the bridge."

"What do you plan to do?" Geordi inquired.

"I already told you... weren't you listening?"

"I was high as fuck, dude. I didn't think you were actually serious!"

"Just take me to the bridge."

"Fine, but if you hurt Data, your ass is grass, mister."

...

Deanna Troi walked onto the bridge.

"Captain, what's the current situation?" she asked.

"Ah, Troi. Care to join in the festivities?" Picard asked. "Ensign Nobody and I are watching the WrestleMania match. I sure hope the orange bastard gets flattened."

"Sir, I've begun to feel a very ominous presence... I haven't felt it since we dealt with the Borg Queen on our last mission."

"Hmm, well the Borg Queen is very dead, so nothing to worry about."

"Captain, this is serious!"

Picard turned up the volume on the viewscreen.

"Big Chungus Donnie has Sleepy Joe in a headlock!" the announcer shouted. "What's he gonna do? Oh, he's going to do a chokeslam! And Sleepy Joe is down! He should probably tap in his partner, DEA DA Harris, because things are not looking good for him right now."

The crowd was roaring loudly.

"No, no!" Picard said, frustrated. "You're supposed to beat the living shit out of him, Sleepy Joe!"

"But wait, what's this? Sleepy Joe is back up! He's stumbling around... could it be his secret technique, the sleepy fist, or is he just dazed from Big Chungus Donnie's last move?"

Sleepy Joe swung aimlessly at Big Chungus Donnie until he reached the ropes. He pulled the ropes back and then launched himself at Donnie.

"Oh, he's going for the clothesline maneuver!"

The two connected, and Big Chungus Donnie went down to the mat. He then rolled to the edge of the ring.

"And Big Chungus Donnie will tag his partner, Mike 'God Hates Gays' Pence, into the ring. Sleepy Joe is doing the same. Looks like both fighters need a breather."

Picard swore. "Ah, merde. I wanted to see him continue to beat down that motherfucker."

Deanna rubbed her forehead and sighed. "Captain, it's clear you're not taking your job seriously enough, so I'm hereby relieving you of duty. If you want to keep watching this shit, take it to your quarters."

"Bite my ass, Troi. I'm perfectly capable of—" he stopped mid-sentence after being pulled up from his chair and receiving a maleficent kick to his man parts. He groaned loudly. "How c-could you..."

"This is the only way; you won't listen to reason," she replied. "Look at me; I'm the captain now."

"That's fine, b-but think of my children!"

"You don't have any children."

"And I never will after that dirty move. From now on, I'm going to call you Dirty Deanna."

Deanna rolled her eyes. "Your lover is the ship's doctor. She can fix you up, and while she's at it, she might be able to do something about the sagging too."

"You're too cruel."

Ensign Nobody walked over from her station and executed a martial arts masterpiece on his balls.

"Oh my..." Picard collapsed to the floor in agony.

"That's for calling me Ensign Nobody all the time," she said.

"And it was well deserved. Good job, Ensign Somebody," Deanna said.

"I do have an actual name, you know..."

"Oh, I'm sorry, ensign. What is your name?"

She smiled. "Gates. Nia Gates."

Deanna smiled back. "Well, Ms. Gates, we have an important mission; we have to discern whether the Borg Queen has returned. Are you up for it?"

"Yes, ma'am."

ACT II

A little bit back in time, at the WrestleMania 385 event, the competitors came out one at a time and were greeted to raucous cheers (and boos).

"Please welcome our competitors for tonight's main event!" the announcer shouted through his microphone. "First up, it's the recently elected Grand Nagus of the Ferengi Alliance, the orange man himself, Big Chunguuuus Donnieeee!"

Donald Trump waddled out to the ring, pausing to take a breath after each step up the steel stairs.

"Next, the man who has expressed his desire to usurp the Donald despite being historically unpopular with hyper-capitalists like the Ferengi, Sleepyyyy Joeeee!"

Joe Biden swift walked down the ramp and to the stairs with no problem, but tripped halfway into the ring. Luckily, he caught himself on the ropes.

"Next up is the partner of Big Chungus Donnie, the man, the myth, the legend... actually, I really don't know much about this guy at all... welcome Miiiike God Haaaa..." the announcer paused. "Mike 'God Hates Gays' Pence? Um... okay... not sure that name's going to go over well with our audience."

Mike Pence walked out to a round of boos from the audience, and he hung his head in shame.

"Finally, we have the partner of Sleepy Joe, the woman infamous for her time as a district attorney in California, the one, the only, DEA DA Haaaarissss!"

Kamala Harris smiled and waved to the crowd and trotted over to the ring.

The referee, none other than "Stone Cold" Steve Austin, entered the ring. "Before we begin, I just have two things to say. First, Mr. Pence, did you really get out of bed this morning and think, 'Oh yeah, Mike "God Hates Gays" Pence... the fans'll love that'? If you did, you're dead fucking wrong. In fact, I'd wager that God hates your homophobe ass instead." He got up in Pence's face menacingly.

Pence mumbled something.

"What's that?" Stone Cold asked, holding his finger to his ear.

"M-mother approved..." Pence managed.

"Who?"

"His wife," Harris chimed in. "He calls his wife 'mother.'" She cackled.

Stone Cold frowned. "Well that's the dumbest fucking thing I've heard all day. Fuck you, weirdo."

The audience cheered.

"Alright, second, to our two main competitors, is there anything you'd like to say to each other before we begin the match?"

Trump snatched a mic from a ring assistant. "Thank you, Mr. Cold. There are actually many things I'd like to say to our lovely audience. Many things. Firstly, Sleepy Joe, I really hate to say it, but you're washed up. It's so sad. So sad. And don't get me started on the bad hombres coming over from Cardassia. By the way, Sleepy Joe and DEA Harris want open borders, folks. Can you believe it? Can you believe it..."

There were some murmurs from the crowd.

"It's getting out of hand. They're bringing hookers and cocaine, and some, I assume, are good people. But look, it's clear that Sleepy Joe and DEA Harris aren't going to keep Ferenginar great. Only Mike and I can do that. We're winning bigly, and we're going to continue winning bigly. Covfefe, everyone!"

Biden's head drooped, and Harris nudged him. "Oh, for the love of... will you shut up, man? Look, we have a plan... me and DA Harris have a plan to... we have a plan to unite both the Ferengi and Cardassian people, because we're all stronger together. I truly believe that. Donald, you always just divide people like you're doing right now."

"Wrong," Trump spat into his mike. Oops... mic. Heh.

Biden raised his arms in frustration. "This is about the very soul of Ferenginar. Do you really want a loudmouthed fool like him, or someone with a little decency, like me? Thank you."

There were a few quiet cheers in the audience.

Stone Cold nodded his head. "It's all just so heartwarming. Touching really. Now, let's get this shitshow started!"

The crowd went wild.

...

Back on the Enterprise, Geordi was leading Moriarty to the bridge. In actuality, he was taking him on a VIP tour through every square inch of the ship except the bridge.

"Mr. La Forge, are you absolutely certain that the bridge is this way?" Moriarty asked. "If you are lying to me, it will not end well for you."

"I already told you, this is the fastest way to get there. If we go any other way, it'll take twice as long!" Geordi replied.

Moriarty scoffed. "If only I could access Mr. Data's memories, I could get there on my own. Curses."

Geordi wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead.

"Oh, I am such a fool," Moriarty said, realizing something. "I had forgotten I could just ask the computer to tell me where to go. I must say, I've been experiencing an unusual memory fog since I entered his body."

Geordi suddenly realized something. The shrooms. An idea popped into his head. "Alright, Moriarty, I'll stop giving you the runaround. I'll take you to the bridge, but first I need to make a quick stop at my quarters. What you're experiencing is a mental tick that Data has. He'll periodically forget what the hell he was doing and I have to recalibrate his memory engrams."

Moriarty eyed him suspiciously. "Very well, lead the way."

...

Deanna was focusing all of her mental energy on trying to locate the Borg Queen.

"Any luck?" Nia asked.

"No, not yet. Unfortunately my telepathic abilities suck. Thanks for that, dad..."

Nia started to say something, but refrained.

Beverly then emerged from a turbolift. "You called for a doctor?"

"Yes, but not for me," Deanna replied. She pointed at Picard, who was slumped into a pathetic heap on the floor.

"Oh, Jean-Luc! What happened?"

"Troi happened. And then that damned ensign at the conn," Picard groaned. "They tried to rob us of our children."

"We don't have children, Jean-Luc."

"Our future children!" He winced. "I'm in too much pain to argue. Just help me, please."

"What exactly did he do to earn this, Deanna?" Beverly asked, turning to her.

Deanna sighed. "He was being his usual irresponsible asshole self, and it got on my last nerve."

"Oh, understandable. I've almost been there myself a few times." Beverly then picked Picard up and slung him over her shoulder.

Nia's eyes grew wide. "Geez, doctor, how strong are you?"

"Strong as neutronium alloy!" Beverly grinned.

"That's... very strong, actually."

Beverly entered the turbolift again. "Alright, dear, let's get your tender parts fixed up. And afterward, we'll have a talk about these kids you want to have with me."

Nia sighed. "This whole crew is fucking crazy."

Worf and Riker walked out of the conference room.

"Mr. Worf, I owe you a big fat joint for all you've done for me," Riker said. "Actually, wait here; I'll get you a whole damn ounce!"

Worf chuckled. "No worries, commander. Just helping out a friend."

"Where the hell have you two been?" Deanna asked.

"Uh, Deanna... um, we've been..." Riker began.

"We've been doing important scientific research," Worf finished.

"Yeah, that."

Deanna frowned and read Riker's mind. "Like hell you have. You two have been jacking it to animated porn in the conference room! Oh, god. Please tell me you at least cleaned up after yourselves."

Worf and Riker stood silently.

"Worf, I'll grab some cleaning supplies while I'm getting you that ounce," Riker whispered.

Deanna facepalmed. "I'm surrounded by horny idiots!"

Worf's console beeped. "Lieutenant Commander Troi, we're receiving a hail from an approaching vessel. It's Breen."

"Breen?" Deanna asked. "Remind me who they are, again?"

"Their suits are basically ripoffs of a bounty hunter from a popular science fantasy franchise called Star Wars."

"Oh. I still don't have a fucking clue who they are. Thanks for that, lieutenant."

Worf began pouting. "You don't have to be so mean."

"And you don't have to be such a bitch. Just answer their hail."

A Breen officer appeared on the viewscreen. He began speaking in a foreign language.

"Uh, sorry, but we don't speak Breen," Deanna said. She turned to Worf. "Mr. Worf, why isn't the translator working?"

Worf shrugged.

The Breen took off his mask. "Apologies for the confusion. It is I, the galaxy's grandpa, Bernie Sanders. Captain, may I request a meeting with you? It is in both of our best interests to collaborate."

"Sorry, Mr. Sanders, but we're looking for a particular bitch of a queen that was supposed to be dead..." Deanna began.

"Her return is my fault," Bernie interrupted. "I failed to stop her the first time. Please, I will explain everything in person. Time is of the essence."

Deanna sighed. "Very well."

A few minutes later, Deanna and Bernie met in the ready room.

"Alright, you'd better not just be wasting my time," Deanna said. "I can tell when people are lying."

Bernie pursed his lips. "Well, look. My sources say that the Borg Queen, that is, Hillary Clinton, has secretly made her return and is waiting for me at the WrestleMania event on Deep Space 9. Donald Trump is participating in the event. The way I see it, we can kill two birds with one stone if we raid the event."

Deanna pondered for a moment as she sat down in Picard's chair. "So that's where that stupid WWE thing is being held. I've heard the new station commander over there is nuts, but this is just..."

"Baffling, right? It seems he doesn't do things by the books."

"So what's your angle here, Mr. Sanders?"

"Please, call me Bernie. I do have my own agenda, but I assure you it's one of goodwill. There's too much for me to explain here and now, but I have a whole damn speech planned out. If we join hands on this, it'll mean the chance for peace between the Breen, Cardassians, and Ferengi, not to mention the Federation. How great is that?"

She nodded. "You talk a big game. I'll join you, if not just to drag our poor ship's name out of the muck that our captain and the rest of the senior officers have dirtied it with. Plus, fuck the Borg Queen."

"Agreed, and fuck the Grand Nagus."

...

Geordi entered his quarters, followed by Moriarty.

A massive wave of smell smacked Moriarty in the face as the doors closed behind him. "Oh, what is that horrid aroma?" he asked, pinching his nose.

"That, my dear professor, is a cocktail of various smelling salts, meditation candles, paint thinners, and magic markers," Geordi replied. "Magnificent, isn't it?" He took a big whiff.

"It's foul. Come, grab your device or whatever it is you use to fix Mr. Data's mental tick and let's leave this place immediately."

"If you breathe deeply through your nose, the smell subsides pretty quickly. I can't even smell it now," Geordi said, swaying back and forth.

"Are you sure?"

"Positively. Now wait right here and I'll find my tick fixer... tick tuner... hmm. Which do you think sounds better? Tick tuner? Tick fixer? Hmm."

Moriarty took a deep breath and exhaled. "Mr. La Forge, you really shouldn't... whoa..."

"What's wrong?"

"I feel... strange." Moriarty stumbled over to a chair and sat down. "Mr. L-La Forge... I-I... feel so lightheaded. I don't... I don't think I..."

Geordi began laughing maniacally and rubbing his hands together like a supervillain would do. "You fool! You fell victim to one of the classic blunders, the most famous of which is 'Never get involved in a sex party in Gorn space,' but only slightly less well known is this: 'Never go in against a drug addict when his supply chain is on the line!'"

Moriarty fell to the floor and passed out. He woke up a short time later, except he wasn't in control... he was seeing things from someone else's point of view.

"Data?" Geordi asked. "Are you in there, buddy?"

"G-Geordi," Data replied. "I am. My systems did a full reboot and I am back in control. Moriarty is still with me, but I've erected a protective layer of subroutines to keep him from reasserting control."

"Good to hear." Geordi smiled and helped him up.

"Thank you for saving me, Geordi. You are the best friend I could possibly ask for."

"Damn it, Data, don't make it all mushy and shit. Let's just take some more shrooms and try another holodeck program."

Data smiled. "I would like that very much."

Deanna's voice came over the ship's comm. "Attention all lowlife, substance abusing, waste of air crew. I'm taking the ship to Deep Space 9 on a critical mission to put a stop to the Borg Queen and the Grand Nagus, who threaten the peace and prosperity of the entire Alpha Quadrant. Anyone who objects is free to take a one-way trip out the airlock. Suck it, fools!"

Data and Geordi looked at each other.

"Oh, dear. Perhaps we should—" Data began.

"I'm gonna stop you right there," Geordi replied. "The rest of the crew can handle that. We're gonna have our own adventure. Let's go."

On the bridge, Deanna looked over at Bernie. "How was that for a motivational speech?"

"You may have laid it on a bit thick in certain parts, but overall, not bad," he responded.

In sickbay, Picard was receiving delicate surgery to his balls.

"Damn that woman! Damn her to hell!" he screamed.

"Jean-Luc, calm down, or I'll have to fully sedate you," Beverly said.

He frowned at her. "I will make her pay for what she's done. She will never forget—"

Beverly sedated him. "Alright, Nurse Ogawa, hand me the autosuture. We're almost done here."

"Yes, doctor," Alyssa Ogawa replied.

Beverly sighed. "We're in some deep shit now, eh, Deanna?"

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