Chapter 51(orphan)

Wendy blinked herself awake to the sound of her brother Luke kicking her bedroom door open, what time was it?

"Octavia passed out, your turn," Luke stated expectantly.

Wendy yawned and looked at her big brother. Luke was naked and visibly smeared with Octavia's sex juices, and over his shoulder he was carrying the passed out cum stained naked Octavia like a meat carcass. Octavia's body looked patently obviously well fucked in the extreme, her skin red and enflamed in strategic places from clearly excessive amounts of tickling.

Luke stomped over and roughly dropped the unconscious Octavia on the bed beside Wendy, climbing onto the bed to get at Wendy.

Wendy found an intimidatingly large erection poking her in the face, and slapped it away irritably.

"Piss off Luke," Wendy said sleepily, and crawled out from under the sheets to check the time.

"Shit, I'm late for work!" Wendy cursed and got out of bed.

"It's not like there's much to do at the moment anyway, we are still crawling through the warp in little jumps as often as Franklin can manage, the daemonettes are still doing most of the work running the ship, you can take the day off," Luke reasoned, trying unsuccessfully to have sex with her mouth as she tried to get ready.

Wendy checked her hygiene state. It wasn't good but she had obviously been cleaned up slightly at some point last night. Wendy had no memory of bathing, and moved quickly to her ensuite bathroom to have a shower before work.

Wendy entered her dimly lit bathroom and found Adolf sleeping on a pile of towels in the bottom of the bathtub.

Wendy angrily evicted the unwelcome man from her bathroom, and had a much needed shower, lathering up her skin and hair to a thick foam as she removed all the filth from her sex stained body. Wendy flossed and brushed her teeth even as she showered, and made sure that her body was still completely hairless.

She dried herself off quickly and got to work with her hair and makeup in the bathroom mirror, perfuming herself as she got herself looking absolutely gorgeous. Being a woman was harder than it looked, so much went into personal grooming each day.

Luke entered the bathroom at some point, and unhelpfully pawed at her bare breasts as she put on heavy eyeliner.

"I'm trying to get ready for work," Wendy complained as her brother twiddled her nipples.

Luke didn't respond, and just kept pace with her, groping her as she got herself ready, like a complete fucking gentleman!

Wendy moved to her gigantic walk in wardrobe, and slapped away Luke's hands as she put on her dominatrix leathers, zipping up her full thigh length black high heeled boots and slipping her back to front G string between the damp folds of her labia, moaning very slightly from the feel of the string of leather between her intimate folds.

Wendy buckled her whip holster belt around her waist, and tucked a few important small items away safely inside her cleavage to carry them. She looked at herself in a full body mirror, making sure that she looked perfect.

"Oh fuck off Luke! I'm going to work now," Wendy snapped as he grabbed her ass.

Luke reluctantly left her alone, and instead began having sex with the completely unconscious Octavia on the bed.

"What a charmer," Wendy said sarcastically, tutting to herself, and walked out of her bedroom on her clacking high heels.

Wendy was barely out the bedroom door when she encountered Adolf waiting excitedly for her. Oh Slaanesh what fresh hell was this!

"Sh-shall we resume our d-date?," Adolf asked hopefully.

"What date?, Wait, what the fuck did you do to me last night! I don't remember anything past the meal," Wendy demanded severely.

"N-nothing! I was a perfect gentleman. You passed out at dinner, no one was around to help, so I c-carried you h-here, got you cl-cleaned up, p-put you to bed, didn't t-touch you," Adolf insisted.

Wendy gave him a long hard look, he looked sincere. Wendy was a big enough liar herself to be good at sensing when other people were lying, this guy seemed to be telling the truth.

Wendy relaxed, and simply kept walking to work without another word. Adolf doggedly followed her, trying to engage her in further conversation.

"Y-you are very b-beautiful,"

"I'm aware," Wendy replied arrogantly.

"S-so very VERY b-beautiful,"

"As I said, I know how gorgeous I am, this isn't news to me,"

"O-oh?, Um, well that is g-good, because you really are a beautiful woman W-Wendy."

"I am the second most beautiful woman on this ship, we have periodic beauty surveys of the crew and rank everyone by attractiveness in a giant table chart. I got repeated plastic surgery for myself and Octavia until we were first and second place on the table, had to surgically dull the looks of a few hundred other girls, just to be absolutely sure to remove any competition for first and second place," Wendy boasted arrogantly.

"W-wait, what?! Th-that's n-not s-so g-good."

"Oh come on Adolf, men with your name have a proud history of "gassing the competition" so to speak, stop sounding so shocked,"

"Th-that par-particular Adolf was th-thirty eight th-thousand years ago! I am nothing like that legendary genocidaire! It's j-just my name!"

"Oh?, Do people just name their kids Adolf Ebenezer Judas Satan and hope they become saints these days?"

To Wendy's surprise Adolf actually laughed at this razor sharp quip. Wendy chuckled too, feeling a strange bond for this body that Octavia had previously inhabited.

"L-look, I am not F-Franklin ok, I am not going to lecture you on right and wrong. I'm just a guy ok,"

"Glad to hear it Adolf, otherwise I would have to have you killed," Wendy replied sweetly, just to watch him gulp.

Adolf's relentless attempts at seductive small talk continued for the entire walk and elevator ride to the ship's primary bridge deck.

"What does the pink mark on your face feel like?," Adolf asked just before they entered the bridge.

Wendy touched a hand to the glowing pink mark of Slaanesh that she had had for decades, when the Matriarch herself had personally taken Wendy into the very palace of Slaanesh himself and promoted Wendy to championhood, in recognition of centuries of competent service as a top administrative worker. Wendy had excelled in keeping the Sevensons operational without fail, and earned her mark through dedicated hard work and sexual depravity.

"It feels like a constant little orgasm in my face, I am so used to it I hardly notice it," Wendy mused thoughtfully.

Wendy took her whip from her belt and strode arrogantly onto the bridge, ready to begin flogging her sluts.

The bridge was currently bright magenta from the light of the warp entering through the huge observation window, and Wendy shielded her eyes from the harsh glare.

Through the glare Wendy saw Franklin standing with his arms raised, as though he were physically pushing against the warp outside the ship. Around Franklin stood his constant chaperone of nuns, and a discreet respectful distance away a crowd of savagely beaten converted heretic women grovelled on the floor in awe of Franklin's power.

Wendy scowled angrily as she recognised several of her bridge sluts among these converts, Sevenson women at least distantly related by blood to Wendy!

"Stop slacking and get back to work you sluts!" Wendy shouted strictly, cracking her boring normal whip in the air with a loud CRACK.

Every slut in the room looked at Wendy, but only a few of them returned to their work stations.

Wendy snarled at the insubordination of the sluts who remained, and flogged them unceasingly to motivate them to move. A few yelped and vacated the floor, but more than half of them stayed put and just endured the flogging without moving!

Wendy went silent, not a friendly silence, but the sort of silence that told that the perpetrators were now in VERY serious trouble. The sluts gazed terrified at Wendy, gulping with fear and cowering. They knew they were in trouble, and deeply afraid. But still they did not move.

Wendy took note of their faces, and pulled her vox phone from out of her cleavage and typed down all their names, she would deal with them later, it would not be a gentle punishment...

Wendy pointedly turned her back on the insubordinates, and refused to acknowledge their existence in the bridge from then on. The meaning was not lost on them, they were no longer welcome to return to their posts until Wendy said so.

Wendy gazed at the bridge sluts who had remained loyal, and coiled her whip.

"Chair slut!" Wendy snapped.

"Allow me," Adolf offered with hopeful excitement, getting down on his hands and knees, still lacking any clothing.

"Um..." Wendy said in distaste.

"Mother..." Franklin said warningly.

"Stop it Franklin, I'm not in the mood," Wendy snapped, gesturing for her naked female chair slut to crawl over.

Wendy elegantly sat down on the back of her crawling naked slut, and crossed a leg over her knee femininely. Wendy ran a hand over the rump of her chair and inserted a finger between her legs.

"MOTHER!" Franklin chastised angrily.

Wendy ignored Franklin and just kept molesting her chair.

"Your husband Octavia is right there! Why must you commit adultery right in front of him! Have you no shame?!" Franklin insisted.

"Octavia's back home in her female body, THIS here is a complication I had not expected," Wendy said coldly.

"I don't understand," Franklin said confused.

"When Liling and Hyacinth prepared this body from stasis to house Octavia's soul, they forgot to erase the mind of the original man. This guy was trapped inside the entire time and felt everything that happened. The moment he was free of Octavia he regained control of his body and I am not sure what the fuck to do with him now," Wendy paraphrased.

"I am a worshipper of the Emperor, and I intend to stay with your mother F-Franklin. A-as her h-husband..." Adolf added.

Franklin and the damn nuns all erupted in cheering!

"Praise you Emperor for delivering this woman from the darkness of lesbian adultery," one of the nuns began to loudly pray.

"No no NO!" Wendy protested.

"Well met, Step Father. What is your name holy servant of the Emperor," Franklin said with jubilant respect.

"NO! Stop it!" Wendy protested in exasperated outrage.

"My name is Adolf Lincoln, noble space marine sir. I am a lifelong worshipper of the Emperor and a rating in the holy Merchant Navy. My ship was captured by these heretics, I fell unconscious in the fighting and I spent most of the past year in stasis in the apothecarion." Adolf said excitedly.

The jubilation got even louder now, and the nuns were welcoming Adolf as Wendy's HUSBAND now!

"He's NOT my husband!" Wendy interrupted them before this madness could continue.

"In the name of the Emperor I now pronounce Adolf Lincoln and Wendy Sevenson..." a nun pronounced.

"NO! I don't agree to this!" Wendy protested.

"...Husband and wife!" The nun (Mother Superior) proclaimed with authority.

"Wait hang on!"

"Welcome to the family Step Father!" Franklin congratulated.

Wendy was still shouting in protest as Franklin embraced Adolf in a tight hug.

"Get the fuck off my bridge! All of you GET OUT!" Wendy angrily demanded.

The Nightmare Asylum abruptly dropped out of warp as Franklin walked out and stopped fighting the warp storm. The bridge viewing window now showed nothing but blackness and stars in all directions.

Wendy sat fuming with rage on her human chair, too outraged to even speak after this latest insulting insanity from her bigoted son.

"We are deep in interstellar space Mistress," a bridge slut fearfully announced.

Wendy merely nodded, fuck my life right now!

***...

Wendy's daughters Mandy, Bullwhip, Shockprod, Brand, and honorary adopted daughter Violet, were all extremely pissed off as they met together in Bullwhip's home dungeon/sitting room to discuss this latest indignity to effect their mother.

The daughters were all adults, though some had a huge age difference, and all were high ranking professionals in various fields, four of them either doctors or philosophy doctors, and Violet a highly trained Slaaneshi psyker specialising in necromancy.

These highly upwardly mobile women were richly dressed in the dominatrix fashions of their Slaaneshi culture, fine leathers and flawless latex composing their outfits. They sat around casually on well used looking bondage furniture that doubled as chairs, not restrained but merely sitting at ease.

Wendy had been a hard mother on them all, hard but only for their own good, driving them sternly to excel in their studies and become the best that they could be. Stern as she was, Wendy had always loved them deeply, and they all loved Wendy in turn, loved the highly intelligent mother who had raised them so diligently.

And now, yet again, their mother was being harassed by their bigot of a little brother!

"I am utterly sick of this crap! Mummy has been harassed about her sexuality nonstop for months now!" Bullwhip complained bitterly.

"I know he's my brother, but I really HATE him! And I'm not even a hateful person," Brand admitted.

"You should HEAR the thoughts in his head. He thinks openly about murdering my children!" The psychic mutant Violet added in a slightly bird like voice.

"I listen to him giving confessions sometimes, he actually REPENTS for walking past random innocent mutants without murdering them!" Mandy shared darkly.

"He is a complete psycho!" Shockprod exclaimed in shock at this.

The other sisters all agreed.

"He is, but so was Augusta and he turned out ok once he grew up," Mandy suggested.

"Augusta shot you! He only became "OK" after Liling had him completely submissive to her! Without Liling bossing him around Augusta would have a growing body count around here!" Brand interjected angrily.

Mandy and Violet both flinched angrily, deeply protective of their step brother Augusta.

"Well there's your answer, it's those damn women Franklin submits to! They are the ones who spent a decade filling his head with this hatred," Bullwhip suggested.

The other four sisters all nodded in agreement with this.

"Refreshments ladies?," Bullwhip's ordinary human heretic husband Bob asked charmingly from the doorway to the kitchen.

"Red soda, Hubble tea no milk two sugars, water for me I'm watching my weight, get me a beer, orange soda," the sisters all called out to Bob.

"Coming right up Mistresses," Bob called back charmingly.

"What are we going to do about these nuns?, How do we get them to stop leading him astray?," Shockprod pressed without missing a beat.

"Torture them?," Mandy suggested hopefully.

"We tried that before, Octavia got upset," Brand pointed out.

"Brain surgery on them?," Violet suggested.

"I think that Octavia would explode," Bullwhip chuckled regretfully.

"Yeah, I'm still a bit pissed off about what Mummy Wendy did to Mummy Octavia, I was mad as shit when I first found out." Mandy said dangerously.

Bullwhip, Brand and Shockprod shifted uncomfortably, they were far older than Mandy and had known about Wendy's plan to "convert" Octavia but done nothing to talk her out of it...

"Drinks ladies," Bob announced breaking the uncomfortable silence, carrying a tray of drinks into the dungeon/sitting room.

The sisters lifted their drinks from the tray, and Bob cautiously sat beside his wife Bullwhip, giving her a shoulder massage as she lounged.

The sisters drank, if just to break the tension with Mandy, and the awkward moment passed.

"We need to do SOMETHING about this, Mummy was completely humiliated on the bridge today, I was there. Mummy was too upset to even flog me properly for the entire first half of the shift!" Shockprod exclaimed angrily.

"Well what do you suggest we do?," Bullwhip inquired.

"Mistress Bullwhip if I may, how about simply separating Franklin from your mother, don't let them be in the same room at all," Bullwhip's husband Bob suggested.

"Mummy would never agree to that. She didn't cross half the galaxy to get him only to then never see him." Mandy dismissed quickly.

"What about we separate Franklin from the nuns then?," Bob suggested.

"We?, who is this "We" man slave?, You are not our equal," Mandy dominantly humbled Bob.

"Don't speak to my husband like that! The only one who gets to boss him around like that is ME!" Bullwhip angrily defended her husband.

"I might be a man, but I have been married to your sister for well over a century, whilst you, Mistress Mandy are not yet even thirty years old," Bob said with exaggerated humility, mocking Mandy.

Mandy angrily flogged Bob for his cheek, and Bullwhip retaliated by flogging Mandy. This quickly devolved into a vicious girl fight, and Bullwhip was savagely beaten up by the much stronger half-Goliath Mandy. Mandy then proceeded to flog both Bob and Bullwhip hundreds of times until Violet reluctantly subdued Mandy with her psychic powers.

Mandy was securely strapped down in her bondage chair by the time she regained consciousness, and Bullwhip gleefully whipped the defenceless Mandy until she apologised.

"You are such a fucking traitor!" The bleeding Mandy accused Violet.

"We are in Bullwhip's home, it's bad manners to beat a woman in her own home," Violet said apologetically.

Bullwhip held up her whip in warning and Mandy stopped complaining.

"Sisters please, this fighting each other is pointless. We still have to figure out what to do with Mummy," Shockprod said reconcilingly.

"Mistresses if I may speak, what about the idea of separating Franklin from his nuns?," the bruised looking Bob asked humbly.

"How exactly?, Franklin would go mental," Mandy countered.

"We could teleport them away into secret holding cells," Brand suggested, thinking.

"Franklin lives in my HOME, he will go completely berserk!" Mandy threatened insistently.

"It might work once we get home to the Matriarch's fortress, when we have TigerLily and others to subdue his powers, but on this ship right now it is suicidal. We can't get home without him being cooperative at any rate," Violet pointed out.

"So we should just do nothing?!" Shockprod exclaimed.

"Look, at the moment his antics are irritating but not dangerous. As long as he is distracted with his idiotic quest to turn Mummy straight, he is unlikely to kill anyone. I have read his mind, he is so blatantly homophobic that it's distracting him from more harmful endeavours," Violet insisted apologetically.

"No, there has to be some other solution, Mummy is at her wits end," Mandy insisted from her chair.

"I'm open to other ideas," Violet sighed.

No one seemed to have any other ideas, short of murdering Adolf, which was certainly an option but would create a whole swath of new problems to replace the one it solved.

***...

Wendy was feeling rather shell shocked as she returned home after work. Today had been a new level of utterly shit!

She still had to process the replacements for all the insubordinate sluts, and in addition she had to organise the horrific punishments of the insubordinate sluts, probably using Liling as their torturer. Sigh, so much paperwork to organise.

Wendy's heels clacked as she walked home, the sound adding to her already unhappy mood. Being pronounced married against her will in front of disobedient coworkers had been one of the most insulting moments in her entire recent life, no wonder she was bitterly unhappy!

The arrogance of those nuns really was beyond belief, the sheer sense of self entitlement that made them feel justified in dictating the life of a centuries old chaos champion was simply incredible! Who the fuck did those concubine slaves think they are!

Wendy heard voices up ahead in the corridor around the corner that led to her doorway, and unhappily walked around the corner, expecting the worst.

"Congratulations Mrs Lincoln!" Hundreds of people cheered.

Wendy ducked back behind the corner!

Holy fuck, they had an entire fucking parade organised!

Wendy steeled herself and very carefully slid one eye back around the corner.

A celebratory brass band started playing immediately!

Wendy pulled back around the corner once more, nope, fuck this!

Poorly dressed slaves followed her around the corner in a happy band, and mobbed around her cheering.

"Praise the Emperor! We heard the wonderful news that you have converted to worship the Emperor now!" The slaves screamed with hysterical joy.

Wendy buried her face in her hands and just shook her head rapidly in stress and exasperation! Damn rumour mongers had clearly elaborated greatly on the original tale and it had now spread throughout the entire damn ship!

"Come Mrs Wendy Lincoln, our secret house church has set up a reception party for you and your husband," the captured imperial slaves told her excitedly.

Wendy couldn't run away from these deluded fools now, so simply walked through them towards her door. Adolf Lincoln was waiting for her at the doorway, locked out by the security system per Wendy's instructions, and dressed in stitched together rags that these slaves had clearly given to him to wear.

The crowd of slaves cheered and chanted, "kiss, kiss, kiss."

"Don't you dare!" Wendy hissed at Adolf as he puckered hopefully.

Wendy and Adolf were then suddenly carried aloft on the shoulders of the happy slaves, and were crowd surfed away to "their wedding reception"!

Wendy was so furious and embarrassed by the time she was lowered to the floor that her face was bright red, this was beyond the pale.

Wendy smelled putrid sewerage and looked around frantically, not recognising this part of the ship.

"Where the fuck am I?!" Wendy demanded in pure outrage.

"Sewerage processing in the slave quarter sub levels," one of the grotty crowd announced cheerfully.

Wendy's eyes widened in horror.

This sewerage treatment plant was indescribably squalid and filthy, liquid shit caked all the walls and even the ceiling, and she realised in dismay that her fine leather high heels were standing in ankle deep sewerage!

"Why the FUCK would you bring me here!" Wendy shouted, a million miles beyond merely being angry now.

"This is our secret house church, the heretics never come in this room, it's safe for us worshippers of the God Emperor to meet and worship here," Wendy was informed.

"Shit, I will give you your own legally authorised place of worship in the nicest part of the ship right now! Just get us the fuck out of this sewerage!" Wendy pleaded nauseated.

The slaves erupted in fresh cheering and proclaimed that Wendy was indeed one of them now and giving them a "cathedral".

Wendy simply agreed enthusiastically, but was still made to walk through the damn sewerage, and take a seat at the "bride and groom's table of honour", among a collection of filthy tables and chairs sitting in the shallower parts of the sewerage!

Wendy squelched miserably through the sewerage in her thigh high boots, thanking Slaanesh that her boots were waterproof. She very reluctantly sat down on a dubiously "clean" chair, and glared silently at Adolf as he joined her.

"I didn't plan this, it just happened," Adolf quietly told her sheepishly.

Wendy was shaking with rage, this indignation was unacceptable!

Wendy flinched as a plate of, what might charitably be called "food", was placed on the grimy table in front of her. Did they really expect her to eat this?!

Slaves repeatedly tapped loudly on metal cups, apparently a signal for the happy couple to kiss. Wendy didn't move a muscle to indulge them.

The slaves were nonplussed by Wendy's less than enthusiastic reaction, but doggedly pushed through with the reception, oblivious to the fact that they had basically just kidnapped Wendy against her will and made her stay in a room full of sewerage.

"It's time for the bridal dance!" The crowd announced excitedly.

Wendy's face went pale, and she looked around the sewerage flooded floor in disbelief. Surely they could not be serious?

They WERE serious, and Wendy soon found herself clinging against Adolf for balance in her high heels as she tried to navigate ankle deep liquid foulness. She very nearly slipped over several times, and clung to Adolf for dear life, anxious not to fall down in this putrid reeking stuff.

Music from handheld instruments played an out of tune romantic song, and Adolf made a halfhearted attempt to lead Wendy in a romantic dance step as she tried her best to simply not fall over.

The music was just getting into full swing when deafening gunfire erupted.

Adolf panicked and hurled Wendy down into the sewerage! Wendy wailed in dismay and found Adolf huddled protectively on top of her like a heroic human shield.

Bodies exploded in red wet splatters as Night Lord bolter fire gunned down everything in the room that was more than a meter away from Wendy.

"What took you so long?," Wendy shouted to her Night Lord kinsmen as the gunfire and explosions continued.

The guns gradually ceased, and psychopathic Night Lords with smoking bolters entered the room, falling on the shrieking survivors with brutal combat blades.

Luke sloshed through the sewerage in his terminator armour, and paused as he reached Wendy with Adolf cowering on top of her.

"(Chuckle), it looks like your new husband tried to protect you, how sweet," Luke said.

Luke plucked Adolf off Wendy and held the barrel of his combi-bolter to Adolf's head.

"Don't," Wendy said, with a single word saving Adolf from certain death.

"As you wish sister," Luke said, dropping Adolf unharmed into the sewerage.

Luke offered Wendy a gauntleted hand, and pulled her up to her feet.

Augusta stalked over through the filth, and held a hand around Adolf's neck.

"What do we do with this?," Augusta growled.

"Bring him home with me, maybe Franklin will be less of a pain in the arse if he stays in my home. Oh and, be a good boy and be sure to brand him with my mark as my slave, after all he has put me through I OWN this fucker, I think I've earned that much," Wendy said vindictively.

"Of course Mummy," Augusta said nastily, and carried Adolf away.

***...

Octavia gave a great big yawn, only just awake, eyes not open yet.

A hand was suddenly squeezing Octavia's extremely sensitive stomach!

Octavia exploded with surprised laughter and curled up in a defensive ball on the bed, as a second hand probed an armpit.

"Rise and shine sleepyhead," Wendy said in a singsong voice as Octavia laughed and convulsed.

The hands left Octavia alone and she was suddenly being kissed on the lips by Wendy. Octavia returned the kiss sleepily, and wrapped her arms around Wendy.

"Dungeon time, you are the bottom, safe word is "hajsnip", no limits," Wendy said excitedly, tugging on Octavia's arm.

"Safe word hajsnip, no limits," Octavia repeated sleepily, nodding.

Octavia let herself be led naked into one of the many dungeons in Wendy's home, and blinked sleepily as she was restrained in an extremely unflattering position with her legs spread.

"You are in a good mood," Octavia observed.

Wendy merely hummed happily.

"You are being so nice letting me bottom without switching... Wait... What did you DO this time?," Octavia asked suspiciously.

"I enslaved Adolf, oh look a ticklish tummy!" Wendy said far too quickly and Octavia was screaming with laughter before she could even respond.

Adolf hobbled into view with an angry slave brand on his front right shoulder! Octavia glared at Wendy!

"Oh so much to tickle! Tickle tickle tickle!" Wendy said extremely quickly with a guilty grin on her face.

Octavia was laughing too hard to say her safe word as Wendy had obviously intended, and was unable to rouse on her evil shit of a wife!

Maybe five hours later, the thoroughly tickled and cummed out Octavia was finally given a five minute break to rehydrate, still bound fast as Wendy fed her a large energy drink.

"You DO know that you will have to talk to me about this eventually," Octavia panted, covered in sweat as Wendy lowered the bottle after a very long drink.

"You want me to stop torturing you and we talk about it right now?," Wendy asked sweetly, already knowing the answer.

"After you spent 5 hours getting me all warmed up?! Of COURSE not!" Octavia admitted grouchily.

"Thought so," Wendy winked cheekily and resumed tickling and fucking Octavia.

Octavia's mouth was a cackling ticklish smile from then on, and she couldn't focus on being mad at Wendy.

Wendy knew Octavia too damn well!

***...