*holding up a shield to protect me from the angry mob of readers with torches, pitchforks and other deadly objects* Okay, I know you people have been wait sooooo long for this! And I know you must've thought I had forgotten about it, but I have not! There is just stuff that had happen, such as my computer crashing, school life, forgetting my movie down at my dad's house and the disease worst to every writer…WRITER'S BLOCK! DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUN! But that is all over! So now I give to you the newest chapter after your all deserving long wait! *pitchforks are thrown at me* *holds up my shield keeping them from hitting me* Hey! I just got you a new chapter! *muttering* ungrateful readers… enjoy the chapter I worked hard on for you! *screams as I run from the angry mob*


Chapter 19: Harsh Life, Harsh College

Randall was walking towards his parent's house. He felt his life falling apart. His only two friends were gone, okay not like dead gone, but gone to the point of leaving him all alone. One a rock star and the other had to leave town for a family reunion, an hour after getting off work. His parents hadn't even arrived home yet and he just found out that he was getting evicted from his apartment. On top of that, his co-workers were reading about his private life. Yes he was writing the book to be published, but not until after he died! So there he was, walking in the pouring rain, with only a scarf around his neck to keep him warm.

"I hate my life…" he told himself. "I don't even see why I was born…"

Unbeknownst to him, he didn't see three figures coming up behind him. He decided to take a short cut, not wanting to be in the rain. There was no doubt he was going to get sick. He pushed it out of his mind and continued on his way. He stopped and looked around. His instincts told him that something was amiss. Before he could react he felt some one turn him and push him into the wall. He groaned in pain and looked up, to see his old childhood bullies, Bruno, Skeeter and Rico.

"You're on our turf," Bruno sneered.

Randall looked at him. The last time he saw Bruno was a few days ago, over the same thing they were fighting over now.

"B-but this is the only way to…" the lizard monster started to protest.

The tall brown furred monster grabbed him by his throat and slammed him into the wall. Randall let out a cry of pain.

"I said you are not allowed on our turf!" He threw the scarer on the ground, landing a blow to the stomach.

Randall tried to scurry away but was pulled back by his tail as they continued to beat the power reptile. When they were satisfied at the sight of the limp monster, they walked off. The lizard monster continued lying there, unmoving. For a few minutes the reptile was still lying in the alleyway, the rain beating down on him. During that time, Sulley was just walking down the street, umbrella in hand, when he noticed a figure lying on the ground. The blue behemoth went over to look at them and gasped when he saw his scaring rival.

"Randall!?"

He placed his umbrella down, looking over the injured reptile. Just as he was lifting the injured reptile into his arms, he heard someone calling out the lizard monster's name.

"Randall? Randall? Randall!"

The blue furred monster looked up to see Fungus, desperately looking for his friend. Fungus saw the blue furred monster and ran over to him.

"O-oh Sullivan, what are you doing here?" he asked.

"Just heading back home. Are you looking for-"

Before he could say anything else, Fungus gasped at the sight of the lizard monster.

"Randall! I-i-is he okay? Wh-what happened to him? O-oh I h-hope that i-i-it was Bruno a-a-and his gang…" the small red monster fussed, petting the Lizard monster's fronds.

Sulley thought about mentioning them but pushed it aside. His main question was what he was doing out here with no coat or umbrella and just a scarf.

"What's he doing out here?" he asked the glasses wearing monster.

"Probably to his parents' house, this is a short cut that he takes. It's a lot easier than going through three intersections to get there."

Sulley was about to ask another question but Fungus interrupted him.

"W-w-we need to get home! H-He'll catch a fever if he's o-o-out here a-any longer!"

Sulley nodded, not wanting to cause the smaller monster anymore distress, he stood up carrying Randall to his and Mike's apartment, where everyone was waiting for him. They all looked at them, about to greet the furred monster when they spotted the unconscious reptile in his arms.

"What happened to Randall?" George asked.

"I don't know, it looks like he was in a fight." The top scarer replied.

He placed him on the couch. Randall moaned as he was laid on the couch, but did not open his eyes. Fungus looked at his partner sadly, lifting his head up to sit on that spot and let his head rest on his lap. He hated seeing his friend in pain; the poor guy just didn't deserve this.

"So are you guys going to read the book or not?" Fungus asked, knowing this what they were gathered to do.

They looked at him in surprise. They never heard Fungus go a complete sentence without stuttering, and being so blunt about it. He turned his attention to stroking the reptile's fronds. His co-workers looked at each other and decided that it was probably best. Pauley took a hold of the book, opening to the next chapter nineteen.

"Chapter 19: Harsh Life, Harsh College.

Life in college was so bad so far, I had a few friends…okay so it was two people, but still, friends! So I couldn't be too hard on myself unlike…Mike. Not that I was concerned or anything but…since our first day of college, he's gotten into a fierce rivalry with another student, James Sullivan, who's a son of a famous scarer. I tried not to pay any attention to it, but it kept getting harder and harder when every time then ran into each other. Mike had made it his mission to beat him, especially academically, so I was glad that I wouldn't be studying alone.

Despite the rivalry, I was enjoying my time with Fungus. We met up at the same time everyday at the Coffee shop on the University ground to play a game of chess and to catch up.

"So how's your roommate doing?" Fungus asked.

"Same as always, studying hard and still fighting with Sullivan. I've been trying to get him to do something else other than study. But he's as stubborn as our Cheyenne." I replied.

We shared a laugh.

"I have to agree with you on that Randy. Have you gotten to talk to her recently?"

I shook my head.

"Last I heard she was about to enter Clawsorado and she had a major photo shoot. Oh did you get her first album? I got mine last week."

"Me too!" He replied, pulling his out. "Can you believe that we get the exclusive first album before it came into stores?"

"The perks of being friends with a rock star." I beamed, moving a chess piece.

He nodded, countering my move.

"So when exactly are you going to confess your undying love to her?" he asked, the question causing me to blush.

"O-oh you know… when I'm ready…which will be never."

He shook his head, trying to decide whether he should laugh or can't believe I'm terrified of asking the girl of my dreams out. He moved his piece, decided not to comment.

"Check mate." He stated.

I looked at the board, realizing our game was over. When our game was over, that usually meant it was time for us to go.

"You have to tell her one of these days Randy. I'll see you later." He replied, grabbing his bag and walking out.

"Yea later…" I muttered. I packed up my chess game and went back to my room. As I made my way, I looked at my watch. I had half an hour till my scaring exam. I quickly found Mike.

"Hey Mike! Ready for the exam?" I asked.

"Yea, but we still need to study more. Quiz me again will you?" He asked, handing me a book.

"Sure thing." I replied as we made our way there.

As we made our way inside, I felt something was wrong. I didn't know what was wrong, but I made a mental note to call my parents after class was over. Me and Mike listened to Prof. Knight. He was going over our Scare Exam and what we had to do. I gulped nervously. Something was just eating away at the back of my mind. I was snapped up in attention when a shadow flew around the class. I was pretty sure the class was surprised to see Dean Hardscrabble there.

"Dean Hardscrabble!" Prof. Knight exclaimed in surprise. "Do you… have any words of encouragement?"

She looked over the class with a neutral expression. I forced myself not to tremble, she was so frightening! How is she still not a scarer? After listening to her expectations on our exams, I was a bundle of nerves.

After class I excused myself, telling Mike that I had to call my parents. I made my way over to a phone and started calling, worried swelling inside me. I twirled the cord around my finger, hoping that someone would pick up. When I heard the other side picked up, gripped the cord tighter.

"Mom?" I asked, unsure which one picked up.

"Randall? Sweetie, hi. How's school?" I heard Emilia asked.

She sounded a bit sad. I tightened my gripped on the cord.

"Fine… Mom… did something happen while I was gone?"

I heard her suck in some air. I knew that she didn't want me to hear something. I waited for what was probably a few seconds, but felt like forever to me when she finally relented.

"Randall, Randy sweetie… I have some bad news."

"What?" I asked.

"Cheryal… is sick. She has cancer, she's in the hospital right now."

My body went rigid. Cheryal? Sick? No, it couldn't be true. She's a doctor. She's shouldn't get sick. I shook my head in disbelief. It can't be true. It just can't!

"No…no, no, no! She can't be sick!" I told her. "She can't!"

"I'm sorry Randall, it's true baby doll."

"Then I'm coming home!" I told her.

"Randall, you have school. You can't just drop everything and come home. You have classes."

"But mom!"

"No buts Randall. I'm just about to head over there. I'll have her call you back after her appointment is done okay?"

I felt numb. I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. I wanted to throw a fit and I couldn't. I just wanted to get home and see if my mom was okay. All I could do was nod and try not to cry.

"Y-Yes Mommy…" I replied, trying not to shake. "I'll… I'll be coming home after my exam. Tell mom I can't wait to see her and I hope she gets better."

"I'll tell her. Be good, and do the best you can on your exam. Love you."

"Love you too." I replied quietly and hanged up the phone when she hanged up.

I forced myself to go up to my dorm. I was so upset that I didn't even bother to hear Mike's recent rant about Sullivan when I walked in. I just went over to my bed and feel onto it, hugging my pillow as I stared into the wall, deep into my own thoughts.

How could she gotten sick? Did something from the hospital do it? Or at home? Was because I was gone? What if she dies? How will we cope? How will I cope? I don't want her die. If she dies… who will bake cupcakes with me? Who will watch baseball with me? Who will live with Emilia when I get my own apartment? Who will help me and Emilia cook the Thanksgiving dinner? Who will sing Christmas Carols with us? Who'll take me chop down the Christmas tree? Get into fights with Uncle Rhoul?

I was so caught up in my thoughts that apparently Mike wasn't pleased that I was ignoring him and he tried to gain my attention.

"Randy. Randy. Randy. Randy? Randy? Randy! Hello! Earth to Randy! Come in Randy!"

I blinked, knocked out of my thoughts. I groaned and pulled my pillow over my head.

"Mike not now! I have a crisis right now!"

"I say you do." He replied. "We have our scaring exam coming up! We need to study and to…"

I threw my pillow at him. I was not in the mood to hear him go on his wild propaganda speech on us studying again in order for us to be great scarers. I just wanted to lie here for once and mope about something.

"Mike. Not now. I am having a family crisis here."

I didn't bother to roll over to look at his expression. I just laid there and stared at the wall, still upset that I might end up losing one of my moms.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"My..." I stopped, trying to remember how I addressed Cheryal around him. "Dad is sick. S-he has cancer."

"Oh… I'm so sorry Randy. How long do you think he has till he's gone?"

"I don't know…" I replied quietly.

And truth was, I didn't. I just wanted to lay in bed and not get up, scaring exam or not. All I could do right now was force myself to smile and act like everything was okay, like I have been doing it for years. I forced myself up, wiping the tears that had formed into my eyes. Smile and be happy Randy. Smile and be happy. I forced my smile on and sat up.

"Let's… study." I replied.

He blinked at me.

"Are…you sure Randy? Cause… if you need time to cope…"

"No!" I winced at how loud I was. "I mean…No… I-I'll be fine… my…dad is a very… tough."

"Oh… well… if you're sure…" He began.

I nodded. It was best was best to do this. At least to keep my mind focused on something else than Cheryal's… I shook my head. No. Focus on the exam. It's tomorrow.

"I am. Let's go! We have the scaring exam tomorrow and we need to be on top of our game!"

He grinned and tossed me a book.

"Then let's get to it!"

We spent most of the night studying. I tried my best not to think about my parents that night. The moment I get my scaring exam over I head straight home. That was my plan. We went to bed about two hours later than we normally would.

The next day had both of us on nerve, or well…mainly me. Mike had left earlier and I was taking that time to pack my bag before I go home. After I was done, I went down to the classroom, my text book in my hands. I managed to find Mike in the front row. I climbed into the seat next to him.

"I am so nervous…" I told him.

He smiled and looked back at his book and I opened mine to study. A few moments later Sullivan came down, baring his teeth as he practiced his scares. We looked at him.

"Oh, don't mind me. I'm just practicing."

As he continued, I shook my head in disgust.

"Ew… Come on, Mike. Let's go."

I stood up and walked away, hoping that Mike was following me. I turned to look to see if he was and he wasn't. I looked up to see Dean Hardscrabble above the classroom. If those didn't stop they were going to be in huge trouble. Mike and Sullivan kept getting louder as they tried to outdo each other. Mike took a step forward, roaring at him. Sullivan took a step back, tripping over Mike's book that he knocked down and knocked off a scream canister. Before long a crash was heard and a hissing sound was heard. I looked up to see that a scream canister was bouncing around the room and the scream was leaking out.

I covered my ear-holes and turned invisible. Before long the scream ran out and I uncovered my ears. Everyone looked at Sullivan and Mike. I felt bad for him, but… it was his own fault… I shook my head. Don't think like that. He's your friend. At least… I think he is. I bit my lip nervously as the Dean looked at them. She looked so calm… she should be furious!

"You are…surprisingly calm…" Mike told her, echoing my thoughts.

"It was an accident."

"What? This?" she asked, holding up the broken canister. "My one souviner from a life time of scaring? Accidents happen, don't they? The important thing is that no one got hurt."

" You're taking this remarkably well," Mike replied.

I agreed with him. She so calm… it's nerve wrecking. Everyone in the room is just waiting for her to snap and throw them out. I'm not going to lie… I was excepting it too. But there she was, looking very calm and collect. I gulped. I knew that underneath she had to be seething. My cousin Tyler was the same. All though he was a level-headed poet, but him and Dean Hardscrabble were a little alike.

"Now let's continue the exams!" she turned towards Mike. "Mr. Wazowski, I'm a five year old girl on a farm in Kansas afraid of lightening. Which scare do you use?"

"Shouldn't I go up on the-" he started.

"Which scare do you use?" she told him a little more forcefully.

I gulped as my fronds flattened against my head. The whole class watched as she had them do their scare exams to her.

"That is a Shadow Approach with a Crackler Holler."

"Demonstrate."

Just as he was about to do the scare, she interrupted him, not even giving him a change to do it.

"Stop, thank you." She turned away.

"But I didn't even get to-" he started again.

"I've seen enough," Just as she was about to tell Sullivan what his assignment was, he roared in her face. "I wasn't finish,"

"I don't need to know any of that stuff to scare."

She looked at him unamused.

"That 'stuff would've informed you that this particular child is afraid of snakes. So a roar wouldn't make him scream, it would make him cry, alerting the parents, exposing the monster world, destroying life as we know it, and of course we can't have that." She was walking around him and walked pasted after she finished lecturing him. "So I'm afraid I cannot recommend that you continue in the Scaring program. Good day."

"Wait, what?" he gawked. "But I'm a Sullivan."

She stopped.

"Well then, I'm sure your family will be very disappointed."

At that sentence it got everyone's attention. Even mine. My family may not like Scaring, but they knew the importance of it. Even if it was dangerous. Mike and Sullivan looked at each other and soon the larger monster stormed out of the classroom. I couldn't blame him for being angry, but it was his own fault.

"And Mr. Wazowski, what you lack is something that cannot be caught. You're not scary."

I flinched when she said that. Even though it was true, I could never voice it to him. I didn't want to hurt his feelings. And here she was, The Dean, telling it to his face.

"You will not be continuing in the Scaring program."

"Please. Let me try the Stimulator. I'll surprise you." He attempted.

"Surprise me?" she replied. "I doubt that very much."

And with that she turned and walked out. I looked over at Mike and saw how heartbroken he was. He started walking past and I went over to talk to him.

"Mike, wait, I'm sure-"

"Mr. Boggs."

I stopped. It was my turn for the Exam. I looked at the Stimulator and back at the doors, seeing Mike run through. I wanted to follow him, I did, but I couldn't. I went down and did my scaring exam. Once it was done I went to mine and Mike's room and started packing my bags. I looked over at Mike's bed, seeing him curled up under his covers. I went over and gently poked him.

"Um Mike? I uh… know that you exam didn't… go as you planned but um…" oh gosh, what was I supposed to say? "But… look at the bright side! There's still more opportunities that you can do around Scaring. Like… Scream technician! Or engineering!"

Still no answer. I bit my bottom lip in worry. I know this was everything to him but… still… I didn't like the fact that he was… quiet. This wasn't the Mike that I know. I looked around and saw his Teddy bear, Little Mikey above him. I grabbed him and used a trick that my parents used to cheer me up.

"Here's a little thing to cheer you up. Make sure that you sing like a Buttercup!" I recited the chant that Emilia made up for me when I was young. "Things may make you sad, and people can make you mad, but remember that life is always fun, and you can always get things done!" I moved Little Mikey around like he was dancing over Mike. "So say this chant when times are down, and it always turn that frown upside down!"

I waited to see him come out from his covers. Once he did, I smiled.

"Great! I knew that would work!" I was soon hit in the face with the pillow. I stumbled back and fell. "Ow! What was that for?"

"Beat it Randy! I'm not in the mood!"

"I-I was just…" I stammered.

"Why don't you just make yourself useful and leave? After all, there's nothing good about you reptiles anyways."

I stared at him in shock. Mike had never said anything like that to me. And once he said that… it broke my heart. I considered him a friend and… he goes and says that. I sniffed and went to close suitcase.

"O-okay, if that's… how you like it… then bye…" I walked out without another word, trying not to let Mike's words get to me.

I took the bus to the hospital. My mind racing over everything that happened. Cheryal is sick, I probably got a bad grade on my exam, my roommate and friend is mad and angry and now he hates me for something I didn't even do. So far college sucks. I was lost in thought that I nearly miss my stop. I got off and ran into the hospital and up to the desk.

"Ch-Cheryal Boggs, what room is she in?" I asked.

"Room 436, third floor."

"Thanks!" I called out, running towards the elevator.

I started to get nervous and all my thoughts from the previous day started getting to me and I started to feel tears in my eyes. I removed my glasses and started wiping my eyes. I didn't want my glasses to fog up. Once the doors opened, I ran out and started looking for her room. Once I found it I opened the door. Everyone turned their attention to me.

Emilia, Uncle Rhoul, and my grandparents were there. I ran over and wrapped my arms around Cheryal. She looked so pale and tired and…weak. I couldn't help but cry. She didn't deserve to be here. She wasn't supposed to get sick. She's the doctor. She's not supposed to be a patient. I know that sounds kinda childish, but I never seen her gotten sick before.

"Please don't be leave…" I told her.

"I'm right here sweetheart." She replied, stroking my fronds.

I shook my head. That's not what I meant. For all I know she might not be here for long. I didn't want to lose her. Her and Emilia are the only parents that I know.

"No… how long till you…" I bit my lip, not able to continue.

She nodded in understanding. She motioned for everyone but Emilia to leave the room. They did so. Cheryal positioned my body to where I was laying next to her. I buried my head in her chest. I was so upset. I didn't want her to be sick. She didn't deserve to have cancer. I felt someone wipe away my tears and I looked up to see Cheryal doing it. I sniffed, my top arms wrapped around her neck and my bottom arms around her waist.

"Oh poor Randy. There's nothing to be sad about."

"Y-yes there is…" I sniffed. "You're dying… I don't want you too…"

She chuckled and held me close.

"I know Randall. But that all depends on how strong my white blood cells are and going through cancer treatment. It's going to be a while. It may take weeks, months, even years. So don't focus all your attention on me, okay?"

I slowly nodded. But that still didn't ease my concerns. I'd feel better if that cancer was gone and she was back to normal. After a while she sat me up. I took my glasses off and wiped them clean. She cupped my face and kissed my cheek. I felt my shoulders slumped.

"Why don't we head home? I know a little lizard that should get some sleep." Emilia replied, taking my hand.

"But I don't want to go." I told her. "I want to stay here with mom."

"You can see her tomorrow. Come on, let's go home and cook dinner. I'll even make your favorite. How does that sound?"

"I guess…" I muttered.

I turned and hugged Cheryal. I really didn't want to leave her. She hugged me back and kissed my cheek.

"Don't worry Randy. I'll be right here. I'm not going to leave overnight. I'll see you tomorrow. Be good."

I sniff and nodded. I hugged her one last time before me and Emilia walked out. I tried to keep myself from crying. Emilia kept an arm around me as we went to the car. The moment the door was shut, I broke down. I know that someone isn't supposed to cry this much but I'm very close to my parents. They're everything that I have, right now. My two best friends are busy with their own lives, my roommate just snapped at me for no reason when I was trying to help him. And here I am, 15 years old, a monster who is going to college, who should be in high school, and I'm going through this. I felt so small and worthless.

Emilia held my hand the entire drive home but it didn't make me feel any better. I just wanted everything to go back to normal. But nothing was. It just wasn't fair. And knowing my life… it never was and I was going to have to except that. Whether I liked it or not."

Once Pauley was done reading, they heard a moan and rough coughing. They looked over to see Randall starting to move. They all gathered around him. It took a moment before his eyes fluttered open and he looked around. He groaned at the bright light and closed his eyes again. Great… waking up from a nightmare and now a splitting headache. This is not his day.

"Randall? Randall? Are you okay? Say something, p-please?"

The reptilian monster groaned once more and opened his eyes, recognizing the voice immediately.

"F-Fungus?" He looked at the smaller monster. His vision still blurry due to the fact that he left his glasses back at his parents' house when he went to work. He rubbed his eyes, hoping to focus them a little bit. "Oh… where am I?"

The glasses wearing monster was hesitant on answering him. He didn't plan on telling him where they were. But he was going to find out anyway once he started to look around.

"W-well um… you see…"

Before he could get a chance, Randall sat up and grabbed him, remembering his nightmare. He looked frightened.

"Bruno! Is he here? Please tell me he's not!"

"N-no he isn't…"

The lizard monster let out a sigh of relief. Good. He didn't want to suffer the abuse they had planned for him. He sat there for a moment, letting his body relax from the quick panic attacked, before he started coughing roughly. Fungus looked at him worriedly. No doubt that walking in the rain had gotten him sick.

"G-good…" he sighed after his coughing fit was done. "Where are we again?"

"Mine and Mike's apartment." Sulley spoked up.

Randall stiffen and turned to see all his co-workers there. He turned and glared at Fungus.

"What am I doing here? What are you even doing here?" He was going to ask more questions but he started going into a sneezing fit.

Sulley went over to a closet and pulled out a blanket and wrapped it around the reptile. He expected him to shrug it off and throw it back at him, but was taken by surprised when he clutched it closer to his body. It was obvious to tell that he was sick.

"W-We found you in an a-ally beaten… well uh… S-Sullivan found you f-first…" Fungus told him.

Randall blinked and looked at the polka-dotted monster. He brought him here? What for? He shouldn't have gone and brought him there. They were rivals. Before he could even vocal his questions he started coughing.

Sulley looked out the window to see that it was still raining. There was no way that he could go home without a ride. He looked back at him to see that he was done coughing.

"I don't care that you saved me or whatever. But I should be getting home." He tossed the larger monster his blanket and started to head towards the door.

"You can't go out there," Celia spoke up. "It's pouring and you're already sick from being out there earlier. You should get a ride home."

Randall shook his head.

"No, riding in cars with people I don't trust or barely know well enough… unsettles me. Fungus, your car here?"

Fungus looked up at him and shook his head. Randall sighed and grabbed his scarf and wrapped it around his neck. Not really sure what to do. He didn't want to stay here but he couldn't walk with it pouring outside. Eventually he sighed.

"So what now? I'm stuck here till the storm is over?"

"Well you could always get a ride with someone." Ricky suggested.

Randall felt his stomach tightened at that suggestion. There was no way that was happening. He hadn't rode with anyone but his closest friends and family members. He was not carpooling with anyone else. He didn't know how they drive and if they were good drivers. Even being in a car was enough to make him nervous. He rather walked. It was safer to him.

"No… I'll uh… just crash on the couch. If Sullivan and Wazowski doesn't care."

"Not at all," Sulley replied.

"What!?" Mike exclaimed in shocked.

Sulley grabbed Mike's arm and pulled him into the kitchen, so they could talk privately. Everyone else decided not to bother and started to head out. They all felt nervous as Randall stared at them. No doubt still angry that they were reading his book. Before long, Randall, Fungus, Mike and Sulley were the only ones in the apartment. Mike and Sulley were still in the kitchen, talking, and Randall and Fungus in the living room having their own discussion.

"I don't want him here," Mike hissed.

"Come on Mikey, he can't go out there in his current state. He's sick. It's just for the night. If you want him out that badly then you would lend your car to Fungus." The blue behemoth told the Cyclops.

"Not happening!"

"Then he's staying."

"He can't stay! We don't even know what he'll do if he's here! He'll probably break something or steal! I'm telling you Sul, we can't trust him!"

Sulley shook his head. They just got done reading a chapter about him and he's sitting in the other room, sneezing and coughing. He couldn't believe just how narrow minded his friend was being. Obviously Randall had enough turmoil in his life and he didn't need Mike to make it worst on him. He sighed. This was not going to be easy. He turned his back to him.

"He is staying Mike and that is it."

Mike blinked and frowned. This was not how he thought this would turn and he was certainly not pleased.


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