I was in heaven. Agonizing, torturous heaven, 3 days short of sleep, but heaven nonetheless.

I'd turned into Purity, the small town where the shop had turned up after finding a non clown ride, with my gun, a smoke bomb, some bullets, a bit of food, and 192 dollars and 32 cents. I was used to building equipment with random scrap I found around. The random things lying around in a toilet. Whatever I could scavenge from an old abandoned house. A pile of bones, clothes, and old toys.

Now I had actual money. I could buy things! Things that weren't actual garbage I had just repurposed into an improvised spear. The A Team got locked in houses with enough stuff to build a car. I did not. And I had a demon to kill- I didn't intend to turn up to his shop with nothing. So, I would shop.

Purity was a fairly small town. They had Jesus saves on a sign at the entrance, which may have had a clown on it, didn't have many jobs around from the looks of it, and was pretty run down. In a few days or weeks, it was likely to implode and turn into a mass of death and violence thanks to Everything You Need. I was in a small, family run hardware store. I had a few wishlist items. A flamethrower. A big bomb. A grenade launcher. My survivor skills didn't really cover these that well- it could handle them a bit, but it was more used to reprocessing used goods than creating new explosives.

I am a fond creator of explosives, fireworks, and all things firey, and teaching had taught me a lot of new tricks to screw people over. I have built many bombs, before I got any fancy Gamer ability. I can handle it.

I looked over the available airguns. Kids toys, some which had painting that looked a lot like Pennywise, which may or may not be a sleeploss induced hallucination. But, if you put a cloth in front to act as a barrier, added some flammable liquid, tied a candle in front, makeshift flamethrower. I needed some power though, and these kids toys didn't have it. I was pretty sure I could tweak some of them. Maybe…

Several people walked in, the bell on the doorbell ringing. Three boys, two girls. Mid teens. Athletic, cheerful looking, tall. One of them, the leader from the looks of it, took a football- which had- not Pennywise art on it. Weird magic shit? Looked like some culty symbol on it. Octopus maybe? He was tall, blonde, very aryan, and pretty musclar. A jock. Not that I was bound to stereotypes. Some of my best friends were jocks.

"I heard your store is a football pitch." He said, speaking to the owner. An elderly, grey haired man,

"Don't you dare." Said the owner. The boy looked back to his friends, grinned and said "I'm pretty sure it's a pitch." Then he took the football, and kicked it at a glass display case next to the owner, filled with little tools. The glass smashed, sending them flying as the ball bounced to a shelf filled with power tools which smashed and broke as they fell down.

The owner stepped forward. "Why you-"

"Football!" Said the leader. And the group started running around, kicking things over.

This looked like a magic shop issue. If they had a magic item, I wanted it.

I gestured at Cure. "Stay here." He wasn't quite an attack dog. He'd defend me, but he preferred to hide behind my legs and eat meat strips. I picked up the biggest airgun, one with a suspicious paintjob, and raised it.

I advanced through the increasingly chaotic store. First there was a girl. Black haired, pale skin, a few tattoos on her arm. Was one of those a pair of eyes? She was trying to kick over a large paper stand in the store. I glanced her over. Not a threat. I fired two darts at her knee joints, aiming perfectly with my second major purchase, the perk, Gangbanger, which made me a gangstyle shooter. She cried out and fell to her knees, holding them in pain at the extremely dangerous child's toy. I felt eyes on my back. I glanced back, nothing.

Next was a pair of them, an aisle down. Boy and a girl. They were ripping out tubs of paint and tossing them to the ground, smashing them one by one. I repeated my feat, knocking one over with a pair of knee shots. The girl was left and actually decided to do a berserk charge at me, screaming, golden hair flying. I switched to strength perks, grabbed her, and choked her out to unconsciousness. Cut of the blood, focus goes bye bye. She smelt of fear and confusion.

I could kill people, but they were being driven mad by the store I assumed, and murder is bad.

Next was an Asian looking boy who was grabbing as many cans of chemicals as he could for some silly reason. Regardless of his future plans, he wasn't immune to a pair of shots to the knees, and fell over in agony and pain. Airguns were a menace. Why did kids have access to them?

I went to confront the leader. He was distracted, taunting the shop owner. I raised my gun, and then my vision swam. I felt dizzy. I couldn't focus. I was so tired. I raised the gun, seeing two of them. Both hims were looking at me.

"What the hell did you do to my friends?" He asked, hefting the football, bouncing it on his tall white shoes.

"I-" I couldn't focus.

The shopkeeper emerged, holding a shotgun. With a hard hit with the butt, he knocked the kid on the back of the head, smashing him down to the floor. The kid crashed down to the floor with a thud, red blood leaking.

And I blanked out. The pain got too much and I just couldn't focus. Every beat of my heart, my pulse raced. I needed those magic items. I needed healing. I couldn't think of any other accessible healing source in the Stephen King verse. But it hurt so bad. I could see everything. The world was so large. I could see a turtle, vaster the the universe, floating by, but it couldn't hear me. I was falling, falling into those glowing eyes.

There was no escape. I felt him crush me, rend me to nothing. I was hopeless before his power and then- I pulled myself back together.

Everything came back into focus.

"You're back!" Said Georgie, petting Cure, who was whining happily as Georgie scratched his chin. "You were out for ages.

I looked inside. The shards of Pennywise were getting worse. Each time I used my powers, they grinded against my brain, ripping me a bit more open.

"I had to talk him down out of executing the kids. I said I was on a quest to stop Everything You Need and he gave me everything for free! Said the owner had repeatedly been telling kids to prank him. I got the guy's shoes as well! They're next gen. Avia 880. Then I went to the library you said. My brother's been frantic. We need to get back soon."

He said, all in one breath.

"You did that all on your own." I said, surprised.

He grinned. "I'm smart. My brother doesn't always appreciate it, but I'm the best."

"I am so lucky to have you." I said. Really. I felt so tired. And agonized. Every bit of me hurt. I couldn't do this on my own. I just needed the magic healing.

"I know." He said. "So, ready to make all this stuff work?"

And I was. I let him handle some of it- he could tap into my skills by now- and we prepared the tools. I assembled the gun. The flamethrower. The smoke bomb. On autopilot. We added in some special surprises.

I was so close. I just had to control my thoughts for a bit longer. The morphine hadn't even touched this. I needed a pain fix if I was to focus enough.

That said, I remembered a plan. I had wanted- argh. I dropped all my perks except intelligence, and tried to focus through the haze of agony, the feeling of being watched, on my plans. I had planned this world out extensively. I had ideas and schemes and I just needed silence to get them. But I didn't have silence.

Oh. That was it. I'd come into a world with a god level demon clown for a reason. The system, the world, was fucking me over too much. I didn't trust it. I wanted to see if I could get a nicer patron. Maturin. The turtle. But he hadn't seen me. I was hoping the ritual of Chud might do something… why hadn't he noticed me? Why had he been able to attack and attack so quickly again and again, even reach afar to touch me.

I remembered something else. It hit me.

Luck. Your importance to the plot and degree of plot armor to stay alive even when you should not.

I hadn't been able to focus on that, when I was under the system. That was something I had sneaked around. Along with the identity of Summer, the screwy nature of the system, my name, my own skills.

"I was meant to die." Said Georgie. He was working on a radio activated bomb, and listening in on my rambling, degraded brain.

"You were. The clown was meant to kill you. All they got was your eye-" He touched the empty socket. "But that was your purpose in the narrative. You didn't matter, alive. You were there to motivate someone else to action. Your life, your dreams, your fate, it was to empower someone else."

"Is that still my fate?" He said, fatalism creeping into his young voice.

I could fight against it. I had. But before I had found safer ways. In Saw, I had allied with Gordon, who had luck and plot armor in spades. 30 luck. Then, I had allied with Ethan in Resident Evil 7. He was the protagonist, I was pretty sure, and he had the plot armor to live. Then, in Saw 2- that had been more my skills. A bit of my real me, too, creeping in. Without the toilet chemical bombs we wouldn't have escaped.

I could break the lines of fate, but it was a constant struggle. Laura was meant to die. Meant to be weak, to try to struggle to bring the group together. To die, while her sister died without her. Adam was meant to die so that Gordon could have his moment, to leave his mother alone. Mia was meant to die, so that Ethan could have his dark zombie moment choice. We were all meant to die to motivate someone else. Georgie was meant to be food in Pennywise's stomach so that his brother would have the will to fight back. That was fate.

"I write my own stories." Said Georgie. "I don't care about fate. I want to live."

"Me too." I said.

I wondered how many stat points I had now. Leveling up was weird. Any violent encounter could level me up, but only once per person. I think. There'd been two with Pennywise, plus I'd escaped his mind tomb, then there'd been… I dunno if the library had encountered. Did avoiding balloons count? There'd been the bear, that should count. The creepy hitchhiker clown. 6. The fight with the kids with the magic boots. 7. There were five kids, so I dunno if they counted as one or several.

I checked, slowly activating the power. Yep, just one level from that. 20 exp from the other 4 I think.

I dumped it all in luck.

"Your luck may be shitty. I'm gonna stand up for you. I'm ready. Are you?" I asked.

"Yeah. So, he's a demon? Is he invincible?" Asked Georgie.

"Nope" I said. "He's resistant to explosions, but he can be killed." He had walked out of an explosion in the movie version.

We went to his shop, the supplies still hidden in my bag. I avoided people as much as I could, ready to fight, gamer's mind up at full strength to shield me from psychic probes.

The shop had an overhanging black… thing. Canopies? I think. The store was lit from a glow within, with creepy dolls, one of which had Pennywise eyes and seemed to be watching me, and toys and rare objects on display at the front. I felt a tugging at my mind, as the items within attempted to reshape themselves to your desire.

Inside, I could see a man and a woman, arguing and shouting.

I walked in, and pulled out my gun. Closer, the man- grey haired, fantastic mustache, stylish look, turned to me- he was the guy-, as the woman screamed. The Ruger had 10 bullets ready, and I intended to make each count.

I pressed the gun to my shoulder, stood at full adult size with my right foot behind a few inches, pushed my shoulder down, put my finger on the trigger as I drew it up at him, put my hand on the fore stock, aimed down the sights, and pulled the trigger. Blood shot out from his chest where I'd fired.

Kick was pretty light. The Ruger was good for that. Using my support hand to aim, I pointed at his chest again and pressed the trigger. I repeated that 6 times, the barrel starting to get hot in my hands by the end. Not hot enough to stop me.

I stepped forward, getting closer because I had terrible aim, and shot twice more at his head. His chest was a bloody mess, and his head followed.

Was he vulnerable to guns? Did psychic forces help me? Was luck finally going my way? I don't know. But, he died pretty good to my gun. After that, the barrel was too hot to hold. Which is why it wasn't great when the lady drew a pistol out of a handbag on me.

"What the hell did you do?"

I dropped the now unloaded gun, and held my hands up. "Andrea?"

She pointed the gun at my head, holding it up further, hand on the trigger. "How do you know my name?" She looked annoyed. Cure was barking, and pretty agitated at the gunshots. "Quiet!" I gestured to Cure. He backed behind me, whining. Andi looked annoyed at me shouting at him.

"We talked on the internet. About your telescope. And- look at him again."

She stared at me, holding the gun on me. She was a short blonde white skinned woman with a snake tattoo on her arm, with an unhinged look in her eyes. Maybe thirty. Why was she working in an observatory?

"Macgyverthedestroyter9001? She said, slowly moving so Gaunt, the shop owner who had died, would be between me and her. Then she glanced down.

In the absence of his demonic magic, he had reverted back to form. A reptilian, dwarf like man with slit eyes and black red blood. Susan swore. "Shit what is that thing!" She kicked it, and some more black red blood oozed out.

"The Demon that caused all your problems. The pranks. He sells items with magical properties which curse those who take them."

She laughed, gesturing at me with her gun, her finger still on the trigger. "Magic isn't real. Try again."

I held up my gunless hand, some dirt inside it. It hurt to hold four perks active like this but- I activated my Earth Mastery and Wisdom, and made it twist into the shape of a telescope.

She stared at me for a while. I didn't really want another fight. Not against some random person he had screwed over.

Then her expression changed. She went from looking violent and murderous to friendly and cheery in a second. She put away the gun. That was a fast transition.

"Andrea Streiner" She said, smiling. "But you can call me Andi.

Red flags red flags, a sea of China sized red flags. Snakebite Andi. Killer lesbian vampire. This wasn't the film version though, she was fifteen- but had Andi been around in 1988? I had no idea what timeline I was in.

So, Andi Andi. Book version maybe? She liked films and she liked women. She would rob and stab men to make them show off to their wives that they'd flirted with her because her daddy was a pedo. Tattoo on her arm was a snake. She'd carve that into men.

And she probably had better physical stats than me, right now. Was she a vampire? Was this luck at work, a random encounter?

I'd planned for this. This wasn't unexpected. After the whole Amanda betrays me with Obi and Gus thing. Ask her questions, check for flashes of interest.

I looked at her carefully. "Good to see you're not a Rube." A muggle. "I tied the true knot on his fate." Vampire group. "And now I can show you more magic. It's not all rabbits and roses in hats." Rose the Hat, the leader. She didn't show any reaction, even when I flashed my enhanced Wisdom and Survival at her, beyond a little confusion at my strange phrases.

"But first I need to loot this shop for magic items. You mind?" She shook her head. Would people come running? I didn't know what it was like living in America. They had a lot of guns. Maybe hearing gunfire was normal? Hopefully.

I got a lot of cool items, that seemed to tug at my thoughts. With my gamer's mind I could see some creepy creatures hanging over them, and I dunno, there might be consequences to shoving them all in a bag but yolo. I took a picture of Elvis Presley, signed, with a green corpse succubi demon floating above it, a typewriter with a spider hanging above it, boxing gloves without any demon but with a tugging effect, a ring without anything too weird, a statue of Pennywise which I ignored.

Mostly.

I turned back to the window, which had big glowing eyes in it and shook my fist and shook it. "Not today, Satan!" And turned back to my loot.

Ooh, some sort of glowing liquid. A creature made of chains which shifted continually floated above that.

Some glasses. Novelty ones. Had a floating pennywise over it. Into the bag. Some chinese fortune cookies. A blindfold, with a small dwarf creature with gourged out eyes floating over it. Into the bag.

And there it was. An ancient amulet, which I recognized. There was a mosquito demon floating above it.

"Is that safe?" Asked Georgie.

"Not really, but it sucks up pain. It'll do soul damage long term, but I don't have long term."

"Will it hurt me?"

"I think I can focus it's attention on me, and regardless, your mental conditions heal within a day. You should be fine. Gamer's mind." I had tried very hard to avoid pain and Pennywise corruption from going over.

"Are you ok?" Asked Snakebite Andi. "You're talking to yourself and yelling at things."

"Evi-" Georgie took the reins, before I complained about an evil clown. "Stop freaking her out!" He said quietly. "These items are magical, they have bound demons in them."

I finished getting my collection, and suggested my coup detat.

"You want to be a girl?" Asked Georgie.

"She likes killing men because she's crazy."

"This feels a bit weird."

I pulled up the option to be Laura.

"If I give you control again, do you promise not to rant about clowns?" Asked Georgie.

"Can't you feel his eyes on us?"

"I can. But she can't. I think."

"Fine."

He gave me control again, and I used my limited mental capacity to spin some bullshit.

"I can teach you magic. This is my true and real form." I shapeshifted to Laura. I was now blonde, big busted, and classically beautiful.

"You're a woman!" Andi said, looking flushed. "I was going to-"

"Snake bite me?"

She blushed. "Well. Men, you know."

"Yeah, men are the worst. That's why I've come to help you. You are a mystic one, with great powers to do good, reminding men that they're scum."

She looked like she wanted to speak, then paused, not used to being open, then spoke.

"I knew it. I knew I deserved this. Every man I've met, they've been scum. Cheating, lying, being violent to those they say they love. Men are barely human!" She said. I felt this had been on a chest for a while.

Now, a man hating lesbian was definitely not woke. But that's what I had to work with. I wasn't sure I could fake it with this pain- so I grabbed the mystic healing amulet on.

The relief from the pain was immediate. I went from constant pulsating agony to being pain free, relaxed, and safe. This was amazing. I shivered. I had a sudden urge to sleep there and then, but I needed to spin up some more bullshit.

This was Snakebite Andi. Before she became the child eating vampire, but while she was picking up men to tattoo her mark on them. I was aware that the Pennywise sightings might be hallucinations, or might be him trapping me. If the second, some extra psychic muscle would do well.

And if I failed, she might kill me. A risky game. I needed to hold her support. I wasn't sure I could hold a line of bullshit against her, and she had psychic powers. Honesty was safer.

She feels crazy. You should have tried honesty with me, thought Georgie at me.

Hindsight. I mean, in a video game do you say to the npcs Hello peasants, I am from another world and I am an immortal undying parasite?

You're my immortal undying parasite, thought Georgie.

I took out some meat sticks from my bag. "Mind calming Cure?" I asked her, gesturing at Cure.

Andi smiled, and took the meat sticks. "Want one, Cure?" She said. Cure instantly went to bite it, hunger winning out over fear.

I picked up my Ruger long rifle and put it in my bag again. "We should head out the back." I said, gesturing. "Murder, you know?"

She nodded. "Yeah, the cops get very mad when you kill men. Who's a good doggie, who's a good doggie!" She said, patting Cure's fur. He apparently was very easy to bribe into love. Probably not the best guard dog.

We walked out, hopefully none the wiser as to why we were there.

"So, tell me. How can I get more powerful? I want to start the purge. Show men not to hurt women."

This was a difficult conversation.

"You could try luring men into your bed, and then slicing a snake into their skin."

She punched my arm.

"Hey, something new stalker" She said with a smile.

"Does hurting men ever get old?"

She put a finger on her lip, grinning as we walked away, and used her other hand, her left, to take mine.

"It's always a unique experience. I love knowing that I made a difference. When my knife digs into their flesh and they scream and wriggle I just know I'm saving some woman from them. They'll see it and know their man wasn't faithful. I'm protecting them." She said, pretty happy to have a captive audience.

"Protecting women is very important." Active listening. Agree, don't interject your own viewpoint, focus on their interests. "But I always was curious about something- how does being an astronomer tie into this?"

She swayed her hand. "I'm working an angle. Owner is a real scumbag. Treats his interns like shit, overworks them, pretty sure he does more. I'm gonna get close."

I sighed. Only so much serial killer talk I could take.

"I'm pretty tired. How would you feel about delaying this conversation to watch a film?" I needed a break to fix my gamer powers.

I heard a voice in my head. Georgie. "Don't leave me alone with her! She's crazy."

"Just say men are bad, and films are awesome. It's not that hard. I believe in you. You're the true hero."

"Aliens 2 is out tonight at the local cinema. I'd love to watch it."

I receded into my mind. "Good luck! Call me if anything happens!" "My first time! Not with her-" called out Georgie. I sent a mental thumbs up to Georgie. He had my wisdom and intelligence to call upon if he needed them. If she went crazy I'd sense it.

Now I needed to do some psychic surgery. My perks and abilities were all anchored to memories in my head. They were like delicious meaty snacks. Surrounding it was the rest of the goo and grey matter of my brain. Intermixed in those fragments were bits of something disgusting. Let's say, insects. I needed to fish the meaty parts out from the parasites of IT in my brain and bring them together.

I couldn't do this well when awake. I'd tried. I had sharp pain and couldn't keep focus. But now, I had a psychic vampire feeding on my pain.

The memories all had a dual anchor. My gamer's mind was anchored to the comfort of being with my mother. If I focused on that memory I'd restart Gamer's Mind, but Fear of losing my family was tied in with it. Maybe I could do some elaborate thing to lose my fear or something, but Pennywise was on my tail now.

So, instead, I re-anchored the power. I focused on another memory- the glass that protected me from explosions in the lab. It also protected me from students who could be annoying, protecting my emotional sanctity. I held this memory up, and willed the power to leave that- and it did.

I felt the fragment of Pennywise stab through my memory, trying to find what it had lost, but failing.

Next.

I woke up briefly in the cinema. Pretty classic place. Lots of red chairs, the smell of stale popcorn in the air, and a big screen with curtains. This place looked pretty decrepit. Pennywise was probably after me. I left him some surprises. There weren't many people here, so, was pretty easy.

"Is she ok?" I asked Georgie.

"I got to talking to her about Alien. It's going ok. You need to get me out of here. She keeps saying men are like aliens to be purged." I looked around. Decent crowd of people watching. Ooh, there was a couple near us making out with wet sloppy kisses. No clown eyes. No sense of being watched.

Was this a time when it was like, all the animals went quiet, and someone was about to strike? Oh well, I needed time.

"Have fun!" And I went back under.

I was almost ready. Georgie could handle this. Some part of my power were off limits. I couldn't access my inventory, that was gooed up with Pennywise fragments that oozed malevolence. Music settings were offline, happily. I put Time to Float on. It was a solid song. I loved the base in it. Solid beat for work. A lovely mix of electronics and the screams of sound track really was great. After the lameness that he had done with Anabelle, IT was much better. Very mixed sound track, great mix of songs.

More psychic surgery happened. I was sure this was probably causing horrible brain damage and stuff, and hurting my soul, but, power.

I managed to gather most of my strength back up. I was almost ready and-

"Peter!" I heard a shout.

On the big movie theater screen was not an alien, or marines, or anything normal. There was a giant clown, with glowing eyes, and one hand sticking out, resting on the floor. Pennywise, in all his white and red glory, massive forehead even more massive now, a balloon the size of a dump truck bouncing up at the top of the cinema ceiling. That was a sight to wake up to.

"That's a big ass demon clown." I said.

Pennywise spoke. "Did you think you could run away, run run run, and get away? There's no escape." He giggled, his head shaking. "I'm coming for you." I drew my gun out, and Adi drew out hers, and pointed it at the clown

From the top of the cinema, the door open. There stood the man who had tried to take me before.

"Leave us!" He commanded. Everyone who wasn't me got up, and walked out, none of them glancing back. Some took bags, one even took popcorn. We were alone. Behind the Mayor, walked a dozen men in tactical body armor, holding sub machine guns. They paced around the edge, keeping an eye on me.

"Name is John Wayne Gacy." He said, bowing. "At your service. You're trapped here with me."

Adi twisted back and forth, increasingly nervous. "Can you do some magic trick to get us out of this?" She asked, looking for a way out.

I pointed the gun at her head, and pulled the trigger. Her head blew out, exploding like a melon hit by a hammer, splattering me with gore. I quickly put the last two points of stats into luck, raising my luck to 10, that of a normal human.

She was a psycho. And I needed the luck to contact the turtle. Sorry.

Georgie was momentarily shocked into silence, and Cure was whining and pacing around scared. The men with guns had started to level them at me. I pressed the button of a radio I had bought. All around me, under chairs, smoke bombs I had placed exploded, sending smoke and dust spewing out through the cinema.

I activated the gamer system again.

System re-initialized- success. Partial functionality.

Power rushed back into me, intoxicating, intense, and strong. "I'm not trapped in here with you. You're trapped in here with me.

It was time to play a game.

I'm back! Took me a while to work out how to make this chapter. It's way harder when you don't have canon rails to guide you. Next chapter should be easier, and then we're back to canon rails.

Pennywise and Pogo the Clown/ John Wayne Gacy vs Macgyver. Congrats to Gatling2745 and IncognitoMinerals for guessing it. I try to avoid OCs mostly, and so when I needed some manpower for Pennywise far away, why not the clown that reportedly inspired Pennywise?

And no fakeouts. Unless something new happens, the system is back.

JakeWJElliot2. It is, there are so many awesome stories in his universe. He may be back later. There's a lot of Saw movies to go through, he could still visit The Dark Tower, Doctor Sleep, Gerald's game, or many other places. He's gonna set up stuff here, so many ripples.

CrimsonSlyvan. Yeah. Kids aren't stupid. They do lots of stupid things, they lack experience, but they can figure a lot out with enough knowledge. I've worked with six year olds. They can be devious. He's ready to dodge sewer clowns. Plus, he has psychic powers, so he has some sense of stuff going on.

Guest. It's Saw, he has a dark life. There are downs, and limbs cut off, and horrible deaths, but with each failure or success he gets stronger and more in control of his fate.

Borgelious. He meets people from old stories again at times, and he develops as a character.

Arkyong. It is saw. In Saw, things Saw.

Thorison1080. He can work through projectors, he clearly has some ability to control electronics. But, he can't scare electronics. Probably.

Guest. It's mostly 2017 film IT, but has some book IT mixed in.

Dragonbornthesam. Learning about clowns is fun.

Watermelonninja. How can anyone sleep without a flamethrower? He does have a flamethrower now anyway, and he did sleep. Great predictions.

Gatling2745. Congrats for guessing, and yeah he has a plan, but in this story he is sorta keeping things on the down low. Georgie and Pennywise can read his surface thoughts, so he is being careful to monitor his thoughts and plans. He has definite plans for the clown.

IncognitoMinerals. Correct, congrats.

Join us next time for the fight, and the return.