CHAPTER 7: COMPETITIVE WOLF
ME: Gah, where have all these reviews come from? *laughs* Call of the Wolves really is flourishing right now. Sorry again guys for the mean April Fool's chapter. *winks* So here's chapter 7, which is actually chapter 6!
BOOMER: *pouts* Not fair. What about Death Angel?
ME: We'll get back to that, I promise.
BUBBLES: She owns nothing besides her own OC's and the story!
BUTCH: Yeah, so let's get on with this gig!
Chapter 7: Competitive Wolf
Whiskers twitched as a wolf stood still, crouching and ready to pounce. It sniffed at the air, eyes shifting.
When a rustling sounded ahead, a rabbit crawled out and sniffed at the air. The wolf was downwind, so the rabbit didn't catch its scent...until too late. The wolf suddenly leapt forward and sunk its strong jaws into the rabbit's neck. Blood splattered its snout as it relished the crunch of the creature's neck. The meat was appetizing, but it had to bring the food back to its pack first.
Raising its head, the wolf howled into the night before burying the rabbit and getting ready for its next kill.
"Okay, Butch. We've been over this plenty of times already. Do you remember all the parts by now?"
"I almost wish I didn't." The green Ruff's nose crinkled as he ran a hand through his spiky black hair, looking over the sheet in front of him.
"But do you?" his companion pressed.
Butch sighed. "Yes, Brick. I think I've got it."
"Okay, that's good. Now let's write the parts down one last time."
Groaning, Butch nodded. "Okay, okay. Why are you so into this?"
"I'm in my zone, Butch." Brick smirked.
"You mean you're at home with penises?"
Brick blinked, quickly flushing red as he smacked Butch upside the head. "No! I mean I'm in my zone when it comes to tutoring!"
Butch laughed, wincing. "I feel myself losing brain cells, Brick! You're so smart, so I'm sure you know that hitting people on the head makes them stupider. If I forget all the parts it's your fault. So don't hit me so much."
Brick rolled his eyes, picking up his red pen. "Let's just get this practice test over with."
"Sure thing, captain." Butch smirked back, grabbing his own green pen. "Ready when you are!"
"Alright, then get set and go!"
Blossom smiled. "That's awesome, girls! We've gotten all the parts down."
"I can't believe I actually remembered all of this stuff," Banana agreed in disbelief, "and got it right!"
Smirking, Bliss nudged her sister. "Next time you and Blaster get a little...'above and beyond', you can amaze him by listing all these parts!"
"Sh-Shut up, Bliss!" Banana's red face rivalled Blossom's now.
Buttercup couldn't help it―she laughed.
Blossom glanced at her, managing a small smile. At least Buttercup's finally enjoying herself.
"Guys, I'll make some popcorn," Bubbles offered.
"Sounds good to me!" agreed Bliss, grinning.
"I-I'll help," Bunny offered, getting up and following Bubbles to the kitchen.
Blossom turned to Buttercup. "Hey, BC. Umm...I'm still not sure if you―"
Buttercup sighed. "Look, Bloss. Let's just say I forgive you and forget about it, alright? I've never been very good at this sentimental stuff."
"And...?" Blossom gazed at her sister.
Buttercup turned, her lips curling upwards in a small half-smile. "...That was it."
Rolling her eyes, Blossom smacked Buttercup with her pillow but smiled anyway.
"Pillow fight!" Bliss cheered, throwing a pillow at Buttercup.
"Hey!" BC protested, whacking Bliss back in defense.
Banana joined in the fun, and Bubbles and Bunny came back to quite a fluffy surprise...
Bubbles was hit by Bliss' pillow.
Everyone fell silent as they all stared at Bubbles, and finally...
"She did it!"
Fingers pointed at random places, before Bubbles' shadowed face began to look up...
And she smiled.
Bubbles grinned almost evilly and set the bowl of popcorn down, picking up her own blue pillow and Bliss'. She quickly threw the pillows at the four sisters there, and they all squealed and laughed.
Even Bunny joined in, and the six girls tried their best not to scream too loudly as pillows hit their faces. The Professor was either trying to work or trying to sleep, after all.
Later when everyone had calmed down, they watched a movie and played games. Then they did makeovers while playing Truth or Dare.
"Truth or Dare?" Bubbles asked Buttercup eagerly.
"Hmm...Truth," Buttercup decided. She looked like she didn't really care, as she was a little too busy trying to beat Bliss in a card game...
Bubbles held in her "squee" as she smirked confidently. "So~ What were you doing walking home on your own and taking so long?" She was getting her revenge on BC for keeping her in the dark earlier*.
Buttercup blinked in surprise, nearly dropping her cards. She flushed red. "I...I was just..." She trailed off as her voice dropped: "I was just talking to Butch."
"Ooh~!" all the girls cooed.
Buttercup's red face made her look like an upside-down watermelon. Her green PJ's and red face and black hair made her the perfect candidate for "upside-down human watermelon", as Bliss would say. "I was only apologizing for being a jerk this morning!" she snapped.
The cooing got louder. "Ooooh~!"
"Since when did BC apologize for anything?" Blossom teased.
Buttercup rolled her eyes. "I hate all of you." Despite this, she couldn't hide her small smile.
They all laughed, chatting excitedly with one another for the rest of the night.
The next morning was a major drag for Butch.
"BUTCH; I WANT YOUR ASS UP AND OUT OF BED IN TWO MINUTES!"
"Ugh, Brick. No more about asses, please. I've had enough of dicks." Butch yawned, stretching as he scratched his chest. He felt tired.
Brick appeared, holding a shirt and with his arms folded. "Well, you better be downstairs soon."
"Okay, okay. Now get outta here so I can change and stuff." Butch crawled out of bed, fumbling for his phone. "What time is it?"
Brick smirked. "I was nice enough to let you sleep in for a few minutes. It's currently 7:45."
"Damn! You could've woken me up sooner."
"What?" responded Brick, shrugging. "Yesterday you got mad at me when I woke you up at 7:30. Is it really that hard to satisfy you?"
"Okay, okay. I got the message." Rolling his eyes, Butch grabbed a pair of jeans and slipped them on. He gestured with his hands. "Now out."
"I'm going, I'm going." Brick disappeared out the door, putting his red shirt on.
Meanwhile, Butch went to the bathroom to wash up. He brushed his teeth and washed his face, before spending a few minutes fussing over his hair. It had gotten longer, and he decided he'd need a small amount of trimming soon.
After gelling it up in its usual spikes, Butch made his way back to his closet. He dug around until he found a fresh, clean (or what looked clean) shirt and put it on. Pokey Oaks High was easygoing enough that you could wear any shirt you wanted, as long as you wore the mandatory school bow-tie and plaid pants.
Butch admitted the bow-tie did make him feel like a dork occasionally, but it was better than how drab Townsville High's uniforms proved to be. All you could wear there was a white button-up and a black tie. Guys had black pants and girls had black skirts.
"Butch...!"
"I'm coming; Jesus Christ man!" Butch shouted back.
"Since when was I Jesus?" Brick responded sarcastically.
"It's an expression." Butch appeared at the top of the stairs, rolling his eyes. He flew down and zoomed into his seat. "What do we have to eat for today, Boomer?"
"Monsieur, you are just in time to try out these egg omelettes!" Boomer did a mock bow as he set a plate down in front of Butch.
"It looks..." Butch's eyes widened as he rubbed his hands together, grinning.
"...Delicious!" cried Buttercup, throwing her hands into the air.
"Yummy in my tummy," Bliss agreed, stabbing a fork into the omelette and shoving it into her mouth. She began chewing her food, looking blissful―which totally fit her name. "I'm in heaven," she sang.
"Whatever made you decide to make omelettes, Bubbles? I'm not complaining, but I am curious." The Professor smiled.
Bubbles smiled. "I was texting Boomer last night and we agreed to both make omelettes in the morning. Then at school we can exchange recipes to see what we did differently!"
"Brilliant idea," the Professor said, looking proud.
"I agree! This is simply delicious," Blossom added, smiling.
"I doubt Boomer could beat this," Banana agreed.
Bunny smiled, giving her sister a shy wink.
"Thanks, girls. But I'm sure Boomer made something equally delicious, if not more so." Bubbles looked happy. "I'm glad you all enjoy it!"
"Are you kidding? I love this stuff!" Buttercup was already almost done her first bowl.
"Me too! And I'm winning," Bliss said through a mouthful of food. She was already reaching for her second plate.
"Oh no you don't!" Buttercup quickly gulped down the last bit of omelette and reached for another plate.
Blossom rolled her eyes, but she smiled. "Girls, remember―"
"I know, I know. Don't talk with our mouths full." Buttercup rolled her eyes back, also smiling. But her mouth was full as she said it.
Blossom couldn't help it; she laughed. The sight was pretty funny.
"Hey, what's so funny?" Buttercup demanded, swallowing.
"Oh nothing; your mouth was just full of omelette and you were smiling," Blossom giggled. "You said not to chew with your mouth full even though you just did. How ironic, hmmm?"
Buttercup smirked. "Huh, I'm surprised you aren't scolding me."
"I think you already know the lesson I'm trying to preach," Blossom replied, nodding at her sister.
"Yeah, I think so too." Buttercup glanced down at her second bowl and immediately began scooping. She glanced at Bliss. "I'll win this round!"
"No way!" retorted Bliss. She'd paused to watch Blossom and Buttercup tease each other, but now she dug right down into her eating.
"Oh wow," Bunny murmured softly, watching as BC and Bliss mowed through their food. She was always amazed by how quickly they could scarf food down.
"You two can be so silly," Banana sighed.
"Hey, I resemble that remark," Bliss retorted.
Banana raised an eyebrow. "You sure do."
"Don't you mean 'resent', Bliss?" Blossom suggested, stifling a laugh.
"...Maybe, maybe not," Bliss responded.
Everyone laughed.
"What's so funny?" Braker asked, glancing around at his laughing brothers.
"Your face," Butch replied breathlessly. He was still laughing.
Brick passed Braker a silver plate. When the orange Ruff held it up, he realized that omelette was indeed on his face, formed to look like a...beard?
Braker even began laughing.
"Welcome the Oh Wise and Mighty Sir Ome Lette I," Bandit announced loudly (and sarcastically). He gestured at Braker with his hands.
Braker bowed, stating, "Thank you; thank you!"
Blaster smiled, glancing at Boomer. He then glanced back at Braker. "You, sir; are a fine gentleman."
"I am, aren't I?" Braker flashed a charming style, turning to Boomer. "Milady, may I have this dance?"
Boomer blinked in surprise, before his request registered in his head. "What...no! Why am I the lady? I'm not a girl!" he protested.
"Why...are you a man-woman then?" Braker asked, looking exaggeratedly shocked. "Then you belong in the circus!"
Boomer sighed, rolling his eyes as he glanced down. "...Okay, fine. I'm a lady, kind sir. And yes you may have this dance."
"Good choice!" Braker grabbed Boomer by the arm and gave him a noogie, causing everyone to snicker.
After Braker had wiped his face clean and they'd finished their morning meal, they said goodbye to Mojo and Him.
Him was floating around in his sports gear, getting ready to work out. He smiled deviously at the Ruffs (because didn't he always?) and waved a claw. "Ta-ta, boys! Have fun at school."
Butch rolled his eyes. "Like that'll ever happen."
Mojo, who'd been in his lab till just then, also appeared. "Be careful, boys. As in be cautious and watch out for any suspicious looks or trouble. We don't want you boys getting into trouble, not in terms of detention but in terms of acceptance. Besides your superpowers, you now have the powers of the w―"
"...We get it, Mojo. Don't worry; we'll be careful." Brick rolled his eyes, but smiled at his father figure. "So relax."
Mojo, who'd looked surprised, smiled then as well. "...Alright. I shall trust you, and believe in what you're saying."
"Please do," Brick replied, doing a mock salute. "Bye, Mojo; bye, Him!"
As the Rowdyruff Boys flew off, Him joined Mojo, sighing. "No 'I love you''s or kisses goodbye."
"Well, they are boys after all. And boys become men, so they are too macho―to manly for kisses or 'I love you''s... That is, until they find their girlfriend or lover. But as of right now, they won't say or do such things anytime soon, as in probably not for a long time; maybe never. Plus we did treat and raise them pretty badly as kids, like trying to make them bad guys or criminals and then they turned good and we turned good and now―"
"...Mojo, thank you. I get the point now." Him rolled his eyes. "I don't mind it, but sometimes we just don't feel like a family."
"How could we? You're a demon creature, maybe the devil itself; you are all things evil, vile, and disgusting. I am a mutant ape―"
Him sighed. "Alright, Mojo. Enough with the lectures. I'm half-flattered, but I'm also half-not. When I was still evil, I would've been completely flattered."
"As would have I, but I would have never tried to flatter―or rather; compliment you by insulting you, when I was also still evil and bad."
"Mojo," Him warned. "I want a normal conversation, not a university lecture."
Mojo opened his mouth to speak, but one look of Him's sent it shut again. He huffed and folded his arms, letting out a "humph". He glanced at Him, before muttering a "fine".
Him smiled at his victory.
"Bye, girls! Have a nice day at school!"
"If school doesn't kill me first." Buttercup rolled her eyes.
"Buttercup," the Professor said warningly, wagging a finger at her.
"I know, I know." Sighing raggedly, the green Puff floated over to her father. She gave him a quick hug. "Bye, Professor. See you later."
"Bye, Buttercup."
Each of the girls went through the process of saying goodbye to the Professor, before flying off.
Soaring through the sky, Buttercup grinned. "Now this is more like it! I don't mind cars, but when you've got flying powers, this is the only real way to travel!"
"Oh come now," Blossom sighed, "the Professor wanted to drive us to school yesterday to catch up with us."
"I know, but sometimes a girl's just gotta fly, y'know?" Buttercup did a rolling motion in the sky.
Blossom smiled wryly. "For us, maybe; but any other girl would take that figuratively."
"It's not our faults not everybody has superpowers," Buttercup responded. "We should be able to flaunt that however we want."
"I suppose so. We're lucky we don't have to hide our powers," Blossom said, "or hide behind secret identities. And while we do get treated like celebrities, at the same time we're still treated like normal people."
Buttercup's eyes widened, and she stopped flipping and rolling and doing loop-de-loops. "Wait..." she murmured, "that gives me an idea..."
"What is it, BC?" Blossom glanced back at her raven-haired sister.
Buttercup stared down at the ground, before shaking her head. "Nothing," she responded, "just nothing."
"...Okaaay," Blossom said slowly. It wasn't like Buttercup to act so secretive or absent-minded.
And Blossom was right. There was something on Buttercup's mind. The thought was writhing and wriggling in her head, tickling her brain with ideas in its hands. Buttercup grabbed the idea and mulled it over, unsure whether or not she should believe it. The idea was this:
What if...the Ruffs' secret was that they'd gotten new powers and didn't want anyone to know...?
But she quickly shook her head and dismissed the idea, locking it away in the "forgotten stuff" in her mind. It wasn't like they got new powers all the time, but they sure as heck never had reason to hide it.
Buttercup sighed. I suppose I'll have to wait and see, she mulled to herself.
Landing in front of the school, Buttercup and her sisters were immediately greeted by their friends. Princess, Mitch, Mike, and Robin were all there already, talking about a new popular music video.
Buttercup looked around, wondering if she might spot Butch, but the green Ruff (or any of the Ruffs for that matter) was nowhere to be found. Feeling slightly disappointed, Buttercup sighed and folded her arms. She wondered if she should wait for them.
It turned out she didn't have to wait long, because sure enough, the Rowdyruff Boys appeared.
"Where were you guys?" Blossom asked Brick, raising an eyebrow.
"Nowhere special." Brick shook his head, quickly dismissing her question. "Butch and Braker just made us run a little late, is all. We also had some...looking for food to do, because we had started running out."
"You went grocery shopping before you came to school?" Blossom's disbelief was evident.
"Something like that." Brick only shrugged in response, obviously not wanting to talk about it.
Buttercup joined the two reds, already feeling curious. "Are you sure you don't want to tell us anything?" she inquired, narrowing her eyes.
Brick stared at her for a few moments, before sighing and turning away. "No, no; there isn't anything I want to tell you." Brick then rubbed his eyes. "Let's just go inside, 'kay?"
"...'Kay." But it was quite clear Buttercup didn't actually want to let the matter simply drop. She was still curious, and still had no idea what was going on with the Ruffs. They were definitely hiding something, but it looked like it was only going to get harder and harder to get an answer.
Buttercup turned and noticed that Butch was lingering a little ways off, hands in pockets. He was staring at the ground, looking tired. The green Puff hesitated, wondering if she should go talk to her counterpart.
But then Butch looked up, noticing her. He blinked blankly, before looking away.
Frowning, Buttercup decided she'd leave him along for the time-being.
"We have PE first block," Brick stated, glancing at the two greens. "This'll certainly be interesting."
"I guess." Buttercup managed a nod.
Walking into the changing rooms, Buttercup quickly switched from her school uniform to her gym strip. There wasn't too much of a difference, besides the fact she was no longer wearing a skirt.
"How do you feel knowing there are hot guys beside us also changing?" Princess asked Buttercup. While the heroine had already finished changing, Princess was still changing her skirt into shorts.
"I don't really care. I'm not going to think about men getting changed, Prin." Despite their differences, Buttercup and Princess were a pretty dynamic duo. Their interests were one hundred percent different, but at least they both shared a few things in common: their temper.
"You should. Because Butch is in that room right now, getting changed. Possibly shirtless or maybe even pants-less, you know? I bet you like that image―imagine all his abs and muscle and―"
"That's enough, Princess." Buttercup rolled her eyes, folding her arms. "Now hurry up or I'll leave you behind."
Princess let out a "humph", as Buttercup turned to talk to some of her other friends there.
When they finally got out, they were still a few minutes early, much to BC's relief. She glanced at Princess. "I guess that didn't take you as long as usual."
"Well I never." Princess rolled her eyes.
"Hey, you two!" Mitch appeared just then, smirking as he swung his arms around the two ladies. "What's going on?"
"I don't know, honestly. What are we doing today?" Buttercup asked.
"Looks like soccer outside." Mitch shrugged. "I don't really care as long as someone gets their ass kicked."
"Ugh, outside? I happen to care. If it ruins my 200$ shoes..." Princess continued to ramble, so Buttercup tuned out.
She could see Butch and Brick whispering secretively to each other. They were both stretching, and looked pretty cool in their gym uniforms.
"Were you admiring them?" All of a sudden Princess was in her face, eyebrow raised. Buttercup flushed red and muttered a "no", turning away.
"Ooh, I bet you are!" Princess' lips stretched into a devious smile. "Buttercup likes their abs!"
"Shut up, Prinny." Buttercup glared at the slim girl in front of her, groaning.
Princess laughed. "I don't have any reason to!"
"There's the fact I can fire a hole through your skull," Buttercup pointed out.
"You wouldn't do that to me! Not anymore, at least," Princess shot back.
Buttercup shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not. It could be by, y'know, 'accident'." She did air quotations on the last word.
Princess stared at her blankly. "That ain't gonna happen," she said surely.
"I'm just saying, what if? Just in case," Buttercup insisted.
"Remember that I also still have my battle-suit, the one that gives me powers like yours." Princess winked.
Sighing, Buttercup smiled slightly. "Yeah, I remember."
Just then, the gym teacher appeared. "Alright you noisy rascals, let's all head outside!" He clapped his hands before walking to the double doors in the gym that led to the field. This teacher was fairly old. "We're playing against Ms. Titter's class."
There were two female teachers, one pretty rough and shouted a lot, while the other was nice and cheerful. There were two other male teachers, one who seemed to be always angry and one who often made funny jokes or told weird stories. The one who made jokes was usually referred to as Mr. J.
Ms. Titter was the one who was often smiling. As Blossom had explained, titter was a half-suppressed laugh. Buttercup and the others agreed that Ms. Titter's name suited her.
"Hello, everyone! How are all of you?" Ms. Titter was smiling brightly, ready to take on the day.
"Fine," Buttercup muttered, rolling her eyes.
"We're going to do the ever-famous class VS class soccer game! My class will be over here, while you'll be over there." She pointed between the two nets.
"Ready, set, go!" Buttercup's PE teacher shouted the words needed to get the kids moving.
Each one raced to their side, and Butch stood facing Flash at the centre line. Flash was a muscular guy, who often teased others. Ms. Titter dropped the ball. Immediately Butch was on it, weaving past the bigger Flash.
Even without his superpowers, Butch was doing extremely well. It showed in how fast he was running, dodging any of the team members on the other team. The only one who caught up with him was Brick and Buttercup. The red Ruff shouted, "Butch, pass!"
Butch kicked the ball toward Brick, who raced for the net and aimed. He kicked the ball so hard and fast the goalie missed it and it crashed into the netting.
Grumbling in defeat, the goalie tossed the ball back into the air. Brick quickly stole the ball from the other side, before kicking it to Buttercup. They'd been racing for their side, so she quickly veered back around for the other team.
"BC, over here!"
Buttercup turned to see Mitch, who was waving his arms. He was open, so she shot the ball towards him. He dashed towards the other team's net, winning another goal.
The next few rounds were on-and-off, with them scoring some and losing some. Brick and Butch had clearly brought their A-game, so Buttercup did her best to keep up. The game score was soon 5-3. Buttercup's team was winning, of course.
Brick scored another goal just then, winning them 6-3.
Buttercup cheered, getting ready for the ball. She planned on passing it on to Princess, who was playing defense, as soon as the other team's kid got to her. Her friend could then kick it to Mitch, who was waiting.
When Buttercup got the ball from the other kid, she was ready to pass it on to Princess. But something happened.
Someone stole the ball.
It was in a flash, and Buttercup wasn't prepared for it at all. She landed on the gravel, having been swept off her feet―literally. Muttering in pain, she got up and dusted off her scraped knees. She turned to see who had had the nerve to do that to her, and was surprised at who she saw.
It was DJ, aka Deth Jackson JR.
He was a perfectionist self but also playful, with violent schemes. He was also known through many other nicknames.
He had gray-black hair tied back by a skull clip. DJ usually wore semi-formal black clothes. He loved fancy things, despite the fact he was always ruining them. He had two sides to his personality: the clever, smart side; and the I-don't-give-a-damn, let's-have-fun side. His eyes were a sky-blue and he loved and was fascinated with things that had to do with death: like skulls and blood...
"What'd you do that for?" Buttercup hissed angrily.
DJ only smiled. "I'm on the other side, remember?" He then turned to face someone else behind Buttercup. "Ah, Butch. How nice of you to join us."
Jumping slightly, Buttercup turned in surprise to see Butch. Since when did he get here!?
"Watch what you're doing, DJ," Butch growled warningly. "I can just smell trouble coming from you."
"Ah, yes. You always did have a sharp nose." Smirking, DJ then kicked the ball lightly backwards. Buttercup watched as it was passed on to another familiar face, Darkai.
He had long hair, kind of curly and blackish-blue. He usually wore black or blue, and had dark-blue eyes. He was often hunched back and shuffled, and he usually had a straight face. He was tall, and known as the "strong, silent type".
"What are you guys planning?" Butch muttered.
"To win," DJ responded evenly, smirking.
Just as he said that, Darkai kicked the ball so hard it flew into the net.
"How'd he do that?" Buttercup asked Butch, eyes wide. "That net's pretty far from him."
Butch's eyes were narrowed. "They're always showing off."
When Buttercup caught his irritated look, she turned to Brick. To her surprise, even he looked like he couldn't stand the two.
"Looks like we scored a goal," DJ said innocently, smiling at the greens.
It looked like Brick and Butch were about ready to strangle the two, but then they heard gasps. When they all turned to see what was going on, they saw everyone staring at a tall tree. The ball was stuck in the branches!
"Sorry," the goalie explained, "I accidentally drop-kicked it too high."
"I'll get it," Buttercup responded. She flew over to the trunk and began to fly upwards.
"No powers in gym class, remember?" DJ called teasingly. "Unless, of course, you're too chicken to climb like a 'normal person'."
"Shut the fuck up, DJ," Brick growled.
Buttercup twitched. With her super-hearing, she could catch him smirking. Angered, she planted herself onto the tree and began climbing.
"That's dangerous, Buttercup! DJ was only kidding, please don't climb the tree!" Ms. Titter was calling, clearly panicked.
"It's fine! Nothing's gonna happen, you'll see. If I can take on monsters, then I can take on a―"
SNAP.
"―tree...?" Buttercup's voice trailed off when she realized one of the branches she'd grabbed had broken. Her eyes widened, and before she knew it, she was falling.
She was falling to the ground below.
*(A/N: Reference to chapter 3!)
ME: Ugh, finally. I hope you guys like it.
BUTCH: Who the hell are DJ and Darkai?
ME: *smirks* They're actually OC's. And yes, they play a pretty big part in the story.
BUTTERCUP: I swear to dear God, I'm gonna kill that DJ!
DJ: Hey, it ain't my fault―the author made me! *points at me*
BRICK: *rolls eyes* Just fucking review, guys. Otherwise I'll have to sit through all of this nonsense.