This chapter is late because, despite having it written a week ago, I re-downloaded Skyrim on Friday. And I might have forgotten to sleep until I crashed at about five AM. I literally spent the entirety of Friday night/Saturday morning modding it and debbuging.

And now here I am, late.

As Meia takes the both of us back to the ship, my Vanguard tethered to Meia's by the extendable recovery hook, I notice that Rabat's ship is following us. It's still lagging behind by an appreciable distance, and it seems like one of it's thrusters isn't firing, causing the whole ship to list in an odd direction.

Meia opens a private channel between the two of us. "Seems there really was someone on the station." She accuses.

"And a monkey, and several thousand robots." I add. "Why's he following us?"

"...You've proven your point, you know how this turns out." Meia begrudgingly admits. "So, what now?"

"We turn him away, deny him access to the ship." I say. "He's a swindler, and he knows how to manipulate people." I used to think that was a skill I had.

"It's too late. He's contacted the captain, and he's taken Pyoro hostage. He claims that his engine is damaged, and wants us to put him up until it's fixed."

"Same excuse as last time, then. His engine's fine, he just wants to see the Vanguards and Dreads the Paksis modified." I say. "He also decides to sell jewelry once he gets on the Nirvana."

I can picture the frown on Meias face as she says questioningly, "Jewelry?"

"Yeah, he has a lot of it." I shrug, though Meia couldn't see it.

"Do men wear jewelry much?"

"Not on Tarak." I say. We're getting close to the Nirvana now, and Rabat's ship is still right behind us. I how I can get away from the psychic before he lands. I don't want him peeking into my mind.

"Then why does he have it?" Meia continues asking.

"Because he can sell it to women easily." I snort. "I bet the crew will go crazy over it."

Meia remains silent for a while as she pilots us carefully into the hangar of the Nirvana. "I'll talk with him, then I'll be coming down to your cell to discuss matters." She finally says. "Head straight to-"

"Yeah, yeah. Attach an explosive collar already, yeah?" I mutter.

I can almost hear the veins popping in her forehead.

Rabat docks with the Nirvana, and is greeted by the entirety of security aiming their lasers at him once he steps into the Nirvana. "This place is just so full of beautiful, young ladies." He steps off the ramp, unheeding of the large quantity of weapons pointed his way. "My name's Rabat." He stats handing out some small trinkets. "It's nice to meet you."

The majority of the ship has shown up to see the newcomer, but John is suspiciously missing. Duelo is the first to speak up. "You seem to get on well with the women." Duelo's eyes track the man with a high level of scrutiny.

Rabat ignores the doctor in favor of talking to Jura. "Oh? You're that lady with the saber. Now, as a sign of our meeting..." He tries to hand the golden object to Jura.

"I don't want it!" She exclaims, turning sideways and lifting her head in a haughty manner.

"Don't be shy." Rabat wheedles.

Meia puts her fist in the man's back, making sure he can feel the ring. "Our captain would like to see you." She says evenly. "Come with me."

As the two walk away, Parfet attempts to get Pyoro back from Utan, who starts playing keep-away.

Meia keeps a wary eye on the newcomer the entire time he's talking to the captain, the thing's John had said to her swimming in her mind. He's here to investigate the Dreads and the Vanguards. He's here to see what we're hiding. He's also going to sell us things.

"Meia?" Magno asks, snapping the lead pilot out of her thoughts.

"Y-Yes?"

"Would you be so kind as to find this man a room with which to set up shop?" Magno asks.

Meia nods her head wordlessly and gestures for Rabat to follow her. Two security personnel fall in step behind them.

"Nice ship you have here." Rabat says conversationally. "Though, the crew doesn't seem to like me much."

"There's only a few males on board, as the captain said." Meia answers. "We don't trust them fully yet."

"Really?" He raises an eyebrow. "And why is that?"

"Our two planets are at war. Females and males don't get along, which makes even this limited alliance a strain."

Rabat hmms. "I see. So, on your planet, there are only women?"

"That is correct."

"Maybe I'll pay a visit there after I'm done here."

"You'll be shot before you can get within a thousand kilometers of the surface." Meia says without much vitriol. "Men aren't allowed."

"That as it may be..." Rabat stops as he glances into the doorway that they're currently passing. Meia glances around to get her bearings. Wait, isn't this-

From the cell, John looks up and meets Rabat's eyes. For a second the two of them stare at each other, before Rabat suddenly takes a few steps forwards into the room.

Meia gets a sinking feeling in her stomach as she follows him inside the cell area...

Why did she bring him here?

Rabat is looking at me through the bars of my cage. I stare back at him, briefly too stunned to actually think of a good response. Then remembering that the man's a psychic, I start intentionally thinking of as much at once as I can, letting my brain fuzz over with white noise.

...At least, I try to do that. It's not easy to do, since one part of your brain has to maintain the fuzz, and also human minds aren't as good at fuzzing up as we like to think. You can't conjure tv static in your mind with a thought, and definitely not a LOT of constantly changing, confusing static.

"Who's this?" Rabat finally asks.

"John." I answer.

"Why's he locked up?"

Meia answers this time. "He's a threat to security."

"And this is why you don't trust men?" Rabat leans closer to me. I can feel a chill, not unlike the Paksis, but it's randomly poking at me. I think about the most vile pornographic image I can conjure on a moment's notice and keep it in my mind to act as a deterrent.

Oddly enough, Rabat stops poking me a second later without so much as a twitch. Either he didn't see the image, or the thought of... well, he's got stomach if he saw it. It was bad too.

"Part of the reason, yes." Meia answers. "Now, how about you come with me, I still need to find you a room-"

"Why don't I set up in one of these empty cells?" Rabat suggests. "I'll be out of the way, and this is close enough to the hangars for me to be able to fix my ship easily."

I see Meia's eyes narrow. She looks from Rabat to me and back again. "If you're fine with the arrangement." She says cautiously.

"Excellent!" Rabat claps his hands together. "I'll go grab the cart." He leaves without waiting for an acknowledgement, the two security women quickly following after him.

Meia turns to me. "I thought if you met him, the Nirvana would implode."

"I never said that, I just said it would be bad." I grouse. "And why is he setting up in here of all places? I'm more of a deterrent than someone who'll bring in customers."

"For now, we'll wait and see. He hasn't attempted to examine the Vanguards or Dreads yet." Meia reports.

"Yeah, we'll wait and see."

A few hours later, the bastard has set up shop right across from my cell, and a crowd of women is milling around waiting for him to open the fancy case in front of him. I find it highly amusing that this time he has a crowd that fills the cell area, but in the original anime there's only maybe twenty people interested, yet I hear some of the women making comments on how poor a location this is while glancing at me.

Dita is also glancing back at me, but she doesn't appear to be participating in the gossip.

I could hardly blame them. I want to be as far away from Rabat as possible, but he doesn't seem to get the message, or is reveling in my agony. Not sure which.

Aside from the women, Duelo is also in the room, staring intently at Rabat. I wonder briefly why he's here. I can't remember him being there the first time, so why now? I had to have changed something to cause this to happen.

Rabat clears his throat. "Alright ladies, The moment you've been waiting for!" He opens the case.

The crowd hesitates.

"Well, examine them yourselves! I'm proud to say there's nothing I don't have." Rabat gestures for everyone to come closer.

"Do you... use all of these?" Jura asks, holding up a blue necklace.

Rabat scoffs. "Me? You've got to be joking." He smirks and waves his hands dismissively. "The universe is made of men and women."

I notice that Duelo's eyes grow sharper. Ah, that's why he's here.

Dita echoes his last line. "Men and women? What planet are you from, Mister Alien?"

He leans in close and points at Dita. He says it low, so I can't hear over the murmur of the crowd. I can't recall what he said in the anime either.

Parfet steps up and starts looking at a small box, and I stop paying attention to the proceedings. I need to tell Meia about Parfet's new box too.

I wonder what's inside the box? It evidently interfaces with the Paksis, despite Rabat having no clue what that is before he boards the Nirvana, I remember that much. If I could get my hands on it and tear it down, I wonder what is does. Maybe it's like those electrical spike smoothers I could buy back home that don't actually do anything in regular homes.

Suddenly, the women around the table start scrambling at the jewelry. I see Rabat jump backwards, and then Paiway comes over caked in makeup.

God, they're so noisy.

Eventually, the noise starts to die down as the jewelry gets bought (Using credits, a currency I've never actually seen before and have no idea how much it's worth) and the people filter out. As Rabat packs up, I see that Dita is still hanging around, pestering the guy with questions. Duelo is in the corner of the room still staring intently at the newcomer as well. The three leave, Rabat leaning over to whisper some things in her ear.

And then there was one.

At least, I thought that for a few seconds. I can't exactly press my face into the plasma bars, so I can't see anything by the outer wall of the cell, like say, Meia.

"John."

I think I jumped a little. I also set myself into a fighting stance I used to know. I need to take some relaxants, if only so when people surprise me, I don't get a heart attack every time. "M-Meia. I didn't realize you were here."

"I have to admit it, you were right. One man on the abandoned station. You neglected to mention the animal."

"Ah, right. Utan. Never liked the stupid monkey."

Meia comes from her resting place on the wall and into view. She presses a few things on her sleeve and the bars shut down. "Come with me. We need to talk somewhere private."

Last time I heard that... "So. Did you get anything from Rabat?"

I'm a few paces behind her, so she has to turn slightly to give me a raised eyebrow. "Why would I want jewelry?"

I shrug. "I was just curious. They only jewelry you wear is that eyepiece your... Fama gave to you?" It comes out as a question, since I've forgotten which of her parents owned it previously. "No, your Ohma gave it to you, but it was you Fama's? Er-"

"You don't have to continue." Meia says in a put upon tone. "I trust what you said about us being a show."

I blink. "That's not what I was trying to do." I say. "I was trying to remember."

"I thought you watched our show." Meia opens the door to the hangar, which is unusually empty. I figure it must be because of Rabat's appearance.

"Yeah, about three years ago." I confirm. "I can't remember some details."

"That's not good." Meia shuts and seals the door behind us. It's a bulkhead door, designed to withstand the pressure difference between outer space and the air inside. It's as secure a place as we can get to talk. "So, what's next?"

"Pardon?"

"What happens next?" Meia repeats. "I want to plan for the next encounter."

"Uh... Let me think for a minute." I hedge. "I think it's the water planet?"

"...A water planet?" Meia echos.

"Yeah, the Ea- the enemies are harvesting that planet's central nervous systems. They flood the planet and drive everyone into one spot for easy gathering."

"And how does Rabat fit into this? Is he working for the enemy?"

For a moment, my train of though completely derails. "Huh? No, he's gone by then."

Meia relaxes. "Ah, so he leaves without incident?"

"...No, he doesn't." I close my eyes. "Nobody dies though, or gets injured."

Meia crosses her arms below her chest. "Is there a reason you're being so vague?"

"Yes." I run my hand through my hair. "Are you aware of the butterfly effect?"

"The one that has to do with chaos theory?"

"Yeah. It's when even a small change in one place causes a radical change somewhere else. As the standard example, a butterfly flaps its wings, and a storm develops somewhere else on the planet."

Meia gestures for me to continue.

"Well, I don't know how much I'm changing things, being here. I know it's not a minor amount, so I'm still wary of actively changing things. Rabat doesn't only show up here in the story, so if he doesn't make it off this ship, then maybe those situations won't resolve well." I lean against my Vanguard, which I had unconsciously walked to. "Of course, maybe if we off him right now, things turn out better in the long run. I doubt it, but who knows?"

"Then, what do we do?" Meia asks.

Odd, how she included me there. "Make sure he doesn't take any of the special Dreads or my Vanguard. Make sure that he doesn't kill or hurt anyone while he's on board. Like I said, it might be a bad idea to stop him escaping later-"

"Escaping?"

I give the blue eyed woman a look. "You're pirates. Why would you just let him go, if you can take what you want?"

"Right." She looks off to the side for a minute. "I have a question for you, about the future."

"I can try to answer, but like I said, butterfly effect." I caution. No point getting her hopes up.

"Did the... other me fall for Hibiki? I mean, you're a man, so it should be impossible, but-"

I snort. This startles her, and her cheeks tinge a pale red again. "Okay, I guess it's not funny for you. Men and women are both humans, I told you that before. It's relatively recent that Tarak and Mejare were established, less than a hundred or so years. Aside from those two planets, men and women live together. It's only those two places that are different. There's nothing odd about a woman being attracted to a man, or vice-versa. Until recently, woman-woman and man-man was considered wrong back where I came from, the exact opposite of Mejare and Tarak."

"But... that's impossible." Meia says while frowning intensely. "Without a Fama, an Ohma can't reproduce."

I shake my head. "It also can't be done without a machine, or... well, I've never asked for the details, but I'm fairly certain the process involves surgery of some kind. What then, did women do before the machines were invented?"

Meia doesn't seem to have an answer for that. I'm about to continue my argument when the seal of the hangar door disengages with a loud CHUNK. Meia quickly grabs my arm and pulls me behind the Vanguard to hide us from whoever comes in the door.

"So, this is where your Dread is?"

"Yes! We keep all of the special ships in here!"

"Rabat and Dita?" Meia whispers.

I nod silently.

"Wow." Rabat says. I take a peek off to the side to see him looking over Dita's blue Dread with a critical eye. "It looks like you really take care of your ship."

Dita beams up at him.

I briefly wonder if Dita is actually attracted to him. Sure he's the novelty right now, but so was I when I first came to this ship, just like Hibiki. The only difference is that I got here first. Maybe I can steer the two together? It's solve a problem or two.

"No! That's Mister Alien's valuable partner!" Dita yells, suddenly a lot closer than I expected.

"I just want a small peek." Rabat says, but Dita holds her ground.

"No!"

Rabat's face loses his constant cheerful smile and his face contorts. "Move."

They stare at each other for a second, until Rabat's face relaxes. "Ah, I see. You have a crush on the boy, and you feel like you need to protect his things."

Dita opens her mouth, but Rabat cuts her off. "No, it's no use denying it. I've seen how you look at him. Every time you've brought up men, you've talked about him. However..." He leans in close, and touches one hand to Dita's cheek. "He doesn't think anything of you at all."

It's like time suddenly froze. I had been about to jump out when Rabat had reached out to touch Dita, but I had frozen before I had gotten two steps. I'm still out in the open, but neither of them are paying attention to their surroundings.

"I've heard what the other women on this ship say about him, how he treats you like you're not there." Rabat continues. "So, you don't owe him anything, so why don't you just get out of my way?"

Dita is frozen in place still, and Rabat leans down, lips pursing into a kiss-

I don't actually remember getting my motor control back, but I'm glad I did. I throw a side kick at the man's jaw, the blade of my foot coming up to meet that smarmy face.

He reacts a moment too fast though, leaning backwards just enough that all I do is flip the monocle off of his eye, sending the red glass device to the floor. It shatters upon impact, bringing the two others back to reality.

Dita blinks rapidly. "M-Mister Alien?"

Meia comes out from the Vanguard, fist raised and her laser on standby.

Rabat reaches up and grabs my leg that I had let dangle too long, hefting me around and tossing me into the opposing bulkhead. "Whoops! Where'd you come from, boy?"

My vision splits into a thousand points of light from my head hitting the wall, but I stand up anyway. "Like I'm going to sit by and let you take advantage of her." I snort. "Back home, you'd be arrested just from touching her."

"Oh, and where do you come from kid?"

"Same place as the rest of us." I sneer.

"What-?"

An interesting note on biology: When someone's talking, it makes it harder to take action. There's some part of your brain that decides to either act or talk, and it takes a small amount of time to switch between the two. It's something I learned back in my karate days: Get an attacker talking, and that creates an opening. It worked on Meia, and it's the only reason I could pull one over on her.

It also proves fruitful here as my side kick connects this time, sinking into his gut and staggering him a step. I bring a fist around to counter attack, but he catches my fist in his hand and throws a mean hook with his entire body weight behind it into my stomach. It knocks all the wind out of me, and I collapse. He reaches down, pulling me up by my hair. "You've got some nerve, kid."

I struggle against the pain of my scalp and my breathlessness to get off a retort. "I'm not a kid, and even if I was, I'd still be better than a swindler like you!"

"I don't know who got it into your head," Rabat starts, before winding up with his free hand. "but don't talk about yourself using somebody else's words!" He releases his fist, which crashes into my face and sends me back into the wall. This time, a protruding section of the ship where two metal panels have been bolted together are in my way, and something cracks when my spine bends over the outcropping.

I try to stand up, but neither of my legs seem to be working. In the background, I can hear Dita begging for help, and Meia calling for backup.

"Nothing's sillier than a know-it-all playing on another guy's field." Rabat calls to me. "Even if he pretends, the disguise'll quickly fall apart. Just like you."

I scoff, despite the pain, and the disturbing lack of pain in my lower body. "I already learned that the hard way, you hack." I grab unto the small ledge of rivets and haul myself up. My legs limply hang down, but I can still prop myself up in the corner.

"Men who are truly strong choose their own words to fight with!" Rabat says, striding up to me, grabbing me by the collar and throwing me again. I bounce along the floor twice before coming to a rest, and Rabat takes the opportunity to stomp on my head once. "Compared to a million proverbs, just one word form your heart..." He lifts me up again, this time by my collar. "can prove victorious!" He winds up for another devastating punch.

"STOP IT!" Screams Dita.

Rabat drops me in surprise, and I take the chance to throw a punch at his shins. I hear something in my hand crack.

"OW! You-" Rabat trips over backwards, and Dita rushes over to me.

"Are you okay?" She asks me.

Before I can answer, Rabat stands back up and kicks Dita in the face, knocking her off of me. Then he steps on my face. "You little brat, I'll kill you right here!"

The last thing I hear before I lose consciousness is the sound of a laser being fired.

Meia continues to hold Rabat in place with her laser. "Stop. Game's over."

Rabat reluctantly removes his boot, revealing John's bloody face and blank, unfocused eyes. Dita runs up to John and starts calling his name, trying to get him to wake up. "Hey, Missy." Rabat says. "When he wakes up, tell him to challenge me with his own words next time I see him." He then looks at the crowd that had gathered, and notes the distinctly high amounts of weaponry pointed in his direction. "Oh, brother. Looks like I'm the one they hate. Utan, we're going home."

The crowd parts to let him through, but the lasers remain aimed at his back as he heads to the section of the ship where his ship is docked.

Meia turns to John, lying on the floor, but sees that Deulo, Dita and now Zan are all fussing over him, so she's just be in the way. Instead, she heads off after Rabat to make sure he doesn't do anything funny. After all before he set up shop they'd given the man a tour of the ship. If he decided to get up to anything, Meia resolved to be there to put a stop to it.

After what he just did, she was looking for an excuse to shoot him.

When I woke up, I found myself back in the medical ward. I had barely opened my eyes and yawned when two warm bodies flopped on top of me. They both appear to be female, and both appear to be sobbing uncontrollably.

I expected Dita, but not Zan. Duelo pokes his head from around a corner. "Oh, good. You're awake."

I look down at the two women. "Yes, I am. What happened?"

"You were beaten in a fight." Duelo grabs a clipboard off the end of the bed. "You had a concussion, three broken vertebra, your lower body was paralyzed, and your wrist fractured from hitting something at an odd angle." He summarizes. "You're lucky the Medical bay is operating at peak efficiency today, or you'd never walk again. it was close as it was."

I look the doctor in his one visible eye. "Thank you."

"Think nothing of it." He turns back to his work, disappearing behind the divider.

Now, what do I do with these two? I place a hand on each of their heads in what I hope is a comforting gesture. They both look up, shaking the hand off.

"I was so worried!" Zan exclaims.

"Why did you do that, Mister Alien?" Dita asks. "You shouldn't have gotten hurt for me!"

"Nobody's allowed to touch other people without their permission." I say, noticing how weak my voice sounds right now. "Someone needed to teach him that."

"And you getting beat up taught him that?" Meia leans on the door frame.

"Maybe." I wiggle my toes, because I can again. "I can't believe how poorly I did. I thought I'd get at least five hits in, but I only managed two."

"You expected this to happen?" Meia asks, and then her eyes widen. "You KNEW this was going to happen?"

Zan looks back and forth between Meia and I, her face troubled.

Dita buries her face in my blankets again. "He... He told me to tell you to challenge him with your own words next time." Her muffled voice comes through the sheets.

"Thanks." I tell her. "And... I'm sorry."

She looks up. "Huh?"

"I haven't been treating you very nicely, and I haven't had a chance to apologize properly yet. So, here we go. I'm sorry for ignoring you, and pretending you don't exist. I'm sorry I ignored your feelings for me. I'm sorry I'm not the person you wanted me to be."

"It's all right, I forgive you." Dita says immediately. She then throws her arms around me in a hug.

"Hey!" Zan complains "No fair!"

"Dita, we're having a strategy meeting in ten minutes." Meia heads off the brewing storm before it starts. "Zan, Gascogne wants to see what you got off of the mission."

The two more exuberant girls release me and head off to their respective tasks, but not without reluctance and not without backwards glances. Meia mouths something at me before she goes, but my head's still too woozy to make out her words.

The next time I wake up, it's dark in the room. The ship, despite existing in outer space, keeps normal-ish hours of operation. There's three shifts, and most of the pirate work the first shift, right after they wake up. The second shift is mostly waitstaff, and the third almost entirely security. Old habits die really, really hard it seems.

That's not to say that the pilots aren't technically always on duty, but they're only required to do actual work for about eight hours a day, unless there's been a fight.

All of that basically means, it's nighttime, and everybody's supposed to be asleep right about now.

I shift sideways to try to get the kinks out of my neck, and in the process find out that I'm not alone in my bed.

Meia stirs as I bump into her, rubbing her eyes as she comes to a sitting position.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"I told you I'd be stopping by later to give you an update." Meia says. "It's not my fault you fell asleep."

"When was this?"

"I whispered it when I pulled Dita and Zan off of you." She elaborates.

"Oh."

"Anyway, Rabat got away safely. You were right, the captain ordered us after him almost the instant he undocked his ship. If Parfet hadn't wired that device up to the Paksis, we might have got him too."

"All according to plan."

"Just like getting beat up?" Meia arches an eyebrow. "Because if that's in future plans, I'm going to veto it."

"It wasn't in my plans." I grumble. "I didn't think I was going to get out of my cell at any point, and never considered I'd have to reenact that fight."

"Maybe if you had thought instead of leaping into action, you wouldn't be laid out in the medical ward."

I shrug. "At least I know that Rabat's not psychic, now."

"Psychic." Meia gives me a look.

"Yeah, he went to a planet where they trained him to talk with his mind. I can't remember the details, and I thought he could read minds. It's unlikely though, or else I wouldn't have been able to land that one kick to his gut, or the one to his shin."

"That's absurd."

"Yeah, well, we have a sentient warp drive, robots harvesting humans, and a dimension hopper that treats you like you're a work of fiction. Psychics aren't that far of a stretch."

Meia sighs and flops back down next to me. "Hey."

"Hey what?"

"You never answered me, before we got interrupted by Dita and Rabat."

I think back to the incident. "But I told you that women and men-"

"Yes, but you didn't answer if the other Meia loved Hibiki."

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Yes, but by the time she realized it, Hibiki and Dita were a thing. It's kind of downplayed, since Dita's the main love interest. I also have to say that Hibiki was a good guy, deep down. Likable even. His two big flaws were his naivete and how poorly he treated women as a result of being brought up on Tarak, but those both got better with time."

"What's your point?"

"Hibiki was worth your time, and Dita's time. I'm not."

She sits up again, looking down at me. "So you say."

"I wasn't lying to you. I don't feel an ounce of attraction to anyone on this ship." I keep my voice flat. "And since I have three pretty ladies with crushes on me, it just means I have to figure out ways to let them down gently."

"This doesn't feel like you're being gentle." Meia turns away from me, and I can't see her face in the dark.

"Well, if you think I should walk up to Dita and say 'You know what? I don't love you, or like you, so stop thinking of us that way.' then I'll do it."

"...Point taken."

"Anything else before I go back to sleep?" A yawn overtakes me.

"Hmm... I know. Just because you've decided something, it doesn't make it fact." She twists back around, grabs my hand, squeezes, and then leaves.

...So, she's not giving up. It's times like these I wish I could actually feel love, the connections that are supposed to bind people together. It's supposed to be some wonderful ethereal force that causes people to do great things for each other. I can't feel that. I classify people based on entertainment values and usefulness.

It's ultimately why my first and only real relationship failed. I couldn't figure out what I was doing wrong, and it turned out she could tell I was just going through the motions. It's all I know how to do.

For the first time in my life, I spend some time seriously thinking about trying to fix my head.

And that's the last of episode seven covered. I liked the fight scene. Rabat's speech isn't changed much from canon, actually, which I thought was funny. "Nothing's sillier than a know-it-all playing on another guy's field." and "Even if he pretends, the disguise'll quickly fall apart. Just like you." are direct quotes from the show. Don't they apply wonderfully to Johnny over here?

...ANGST!