Deplorability 2.3

"No, Frank." Mac said.

''Come on!" Frank said.

"No!"

"Come on!"

"I said no!"

"Why did we even wait until you weren't drunk anymore to explain the plan, which I didn't even get a chance to do."

Mac rolled his eyes.

Frank continued. "What's wrong with robbing a bank? It's a rite of passage for depraved criminals like us!"

"A rite of passage for depraved criminals like us would be banging your sister while licking your ass! Not committing suicide by robbing a bank in Brockton Bay!"

"Wait…" Charlie held his hand up. "Banging Frank's sister or your own sister?"

"You're missing the point, Charlie! Depraved-Robbing a bank isn't depraved! It's stupid!"

"Why are we even talking about this?" Dennis asked. "We tried to rob a bank before and we failed! Why would we try again?"

"Also," Dee began. "The money they put in the bank is not what you expect."

"Exactly!" Mac agreed. "It was like 10,000 dollars there. Not millions! We'd be making more by robbing some ATMs!"

"So it'd be pointless?" Charlie asked.

"Yes, that's what I'm trying to say. Ta-Taylor! What do you think? Let's test her."

What? "Test?" I asked.

"Wh-what do you mean test?" Dennis said.

Dee looked at Mac wide-eyed. What were they not telling me?

"Oh…I was just…well I meant…I-I meant let's see how smart she is by seeing if she wants to rob a bank. So come on Taylor, what do you think? Answer honestly."

Mac was testing me? What did he know? I didn't believe he was seeing how smart I was. Something else was at play. Did he know I was a hero? He asked why I was a supervillain, could that mean he has suspicions? On one hand, that would mean I would have to say yes to the bank job, in order to alleviate their impressions.

The last thing I wanted was to rob a bank. Hostages could get hurt. The fact that it would potentially put me on the front page of the paper wasn't a high point, either, if I ever wanted to drop the supervillain ruse and become a hero in good standing. I ventured, kicking myself for doing it. "I think Mac and the others make a good case. It seems reckless."

Mac gave me a look. That was definitely the wrong answer. Shit.

Frank rubbed his chin. Then smiled and said, "Scared, huh? Don't want to get into a fight with Aegis? Or Glory girl?"

I nodded.

Mac turned to Frank. "That's what your power is telling you?"

"She has signs of fear on her face. Barely noticeable, only I would see it."

Mac rubbed his chin as well. "Co-"

"As for the bank robbery. Eh, Mac doesn't make bad points. But I can make better ones. You follow me?"

I didn't hear what Mac said. Or rather he didn't finish. But I could guess what he was going to say. The last thing I wanted to hear from him.

'Convenient'.

"Ok, so Mac said similar stuff before we hit that casino a year ago. So I was expecting this. But it's not as bad as it sounds. Our partners want us to do a job at a very specific time. I got the sense he was willing to offer a fair bit if we went the extra mile, and I negotiated a pretty good deal."

"The bank robbery was my idea, and he liked it. According to him, the Protectorate is busy with an event on Thursday, just outside of town. That's part of the reason the timing is so important. If we act then, there's almost no chance we'll have to deal with them. If we hit the Bay Central, downtown-"

"That's the biggest bank in Brockton Bay," I interrupted him, half-disbelieving.

"So everything I said about them being careful is doubly true," Mac added.

"If we hit the Bay Central, downtown," Frank repeated himself, ignoring us, "Then we're hitting a location just a mile away from Arcadia High, where most of the Wards go to school. Given jurisdictions, New Wave won't be able to jump on us without stepping on the Wards' toes, which pretty much guarantees we go up against the team of junior superheroes. With me so far?"

"Oh, that makes sense," Charlie murmured.

"What!?" Dennis shouted. "On what planet does that make sense? That's like Spider-Man not helping with the Teen Titans against All for One because it's where they built their clubhouse!"

Dee looked at him with a befuddled look.

Dennis simply looked exasperated. "Mac makes me watch anime, don't-don't talk about it."

"I see what you mean," Frank said. "But I promise you, it adds up. You see, the New Wave isn't working for any government. So if they work with the Wards, it could get messy. There's a reason you don't have many vigilantes working with the government. The government doesn't like it, and the vilganlates don't like it."

"Then explain why New Wave, The Wards, AND the Protectorate teamed up on us last time we ran into them!"

"That was a planned event with coordination. They won't be able to do that here. Off the cuff. Figure that's happening in the middle of the school day, and they won't all be able to slip away to stop a robbery without drawing attention. People know the Wards are attending Arcadia, they just don't know who they are. So everyone's constantly watching for that. Since they can't have all six or seven of the same kids disappear from class every time the Wards go off to foil a crime without giving away the show, chances are good that we'd go up against a couple of their strongest members, or one of the strongest with a group of the ones with less amazing powers. We can beat them."

"Okokokokok," Mac begrudged, "I'll accept that we'd probably do alright in those circumstances, but-"

Frank interrupted him, "I'll also match us two for one on the haul. We bring in fifteen grand, I'll pay thirty. Or I'll give you enough money to bring our total up to twenty five, whichever is more in the end. So we could walk away with two thousand dollars and I'd pay us twenty three thou. So as long as we don't wind up in jail, we're guaranteed five thousand dollars apiece, bare minimum."

Mac's eyes widened, "That's insane. Why would you do that?"

"And," Frank grinned, "I'll help us get guns, information, and the like."

"Sweet!" Charlie said. "Frank's paying for this one!"

"Well, I'll support you on the way to getting those things."

"Wait," Mac held both his hands out. "So you'll help us get them…without paying for it…"

"If we want to be real villains, we have to do this without me blowing tens of thousands of dollars pointlessly."

"You're matching our haul!"

"POINTLESSLY, Mac. that's the key word here."

"Or you're just cheap," Dee suggested.

"Yep, definitely him being cheap." Dennis agreed.

"Hey!" Frank objected. "I'm not going to do nothing! I'll pay off any bribes if they're absolutely necessary. And those usually go for tens of thousands of dollars."

"Why?" I echoed Mac's earlier question, disbelieving. Frank was throwing around sums of money that I couldn't even wrap my head around. I had never even had more than five hundred dollars in my bank account.

"Because I'm sponsoring us and it stands to reason I don't want to fund a team of nobodies, assholes, and white trash, we manage this, and we won't be a joke that puts The White Lovers to shame in terms of stupidity. And because I got a good deal with our partner, AND he really wants us to do a job at that particular time."

There were a few moments of silence as everyone considered the deal. I was frantically trying to think of a way to try to convince these guys it was a bad idea. A bank robbery could get me arrested. Worse, it could lead to me or a bystander getting hurt or killed.

Mac beat me to it, "The risk to reward still isn't great. Five grand each for hitting what may well be the most fortified location in Brockton Bay and an almost guaranteed confrontation with the Wards?"

"Second most fortified location," Frank countered, "The Protectorate Headquarters is the first."

"So?" Mac said, "I am not going to get one of Shadow Stalker's arrows in my ass!"

"What?" Charlie asked.

"Nothing."

"It'll be more than five grand for each of us, I guarantee you," Frank told him, "It's the biggest bank in Brockton Bay. It's also the hub of cash distribution for the entire county. Said cash gets transferred in and out by armored cars on a regular schedule-"

"So why don't we hit one of the cars?" Dennis asked. A little exasperated. "It's kinda simple"

"You're right, it is. And it's because they have ride-along or aerial cover from various members of the Wards and the Protectorate, so the second we jump into the fray: Bam! One cape is kicking our ass. Same problems that you're all talking about, as far as getting caught up in a fight, difficulty accessing the money before shit goes down, all of that, the Brockton Bay Central has cars coming in twice a week and leaving four times a week. We hit on a Thursday just after noon, and it should be the best day and time for the sheer size of the take. The only way we're getting away with less than thirty thousand is if one of you fucks up. With what I'm offering, that's ninety thou."

He folded his arms.

Mac sighed, long and loud, "Well, you got me, I guess. It sounds good."

Frank turned to Dennis. There wasn't any resistance to be found there. He just said, "Whatever whatever!" he sighed as well "Not any more dangerous than fighting Lung I guess."

Charlie didn't need convincing any more than Dennis had. He nodded once and then turned his attention to the scarred little dog.

Dee thought about this and said, "Eh, not like any of them will be able to hurt me anyway."

Then everyone looked at me.

"What would I be doing?" I asked, nervously, hoping to stall or find holes in the plan that I could use to argue against it.

So Frank outlined a general plan. Dennis and Mac made suggestions, good ones, and the plan was adjusted accordingly. I realized with a growing disappointment and a knot of anxiety in my gut that it was almost inevitably going to happen.

Arguing against the bank robbery at this point would hurt my undercover operation more than it helped anyone. With that in mind, I began offering suggestions that – I hoped – would minimize the possibility of disaster. The way I saw it, if I helped things go smoothly, it would help my scheme to get info on the Undersiders and their boss. It would minimize the chance that someone would panic or be reckless and get a civilian hurt. I think I would feel worse if that happened than I would about going to jail.

The discussion went on for a while. At one point, Frank got his laptop, and we debated entrance and exit strategies while she sketched out a map of the bank layout. It was uncanny, seeing his power at work. He copied a satellite image of the bank from a web search into a paint program, then drew over it with thick bold lines to show how the rooms were laid out. With another search and a single picture of the bank manager standing in front of his desk, He was able to mark out where the manager's desk was. That wouldn't have been too amazing, but without pausing, He then went on to mark where the tellers were, as well as the vaults, the vault doors, and the enclosed room that held the safe deposit boxes. He noted where the fuse box and air conditioning vents were, Charlie, Mac, and Dennis wanted to mess with them, but Frank, Dee, and I disagreed. We went back and forth on this, with Charlie calling me a 'scrawny, beanpoled, walrus-fucking cunt' leading Frank to kick him in the shin. He seemed to always come to my defense, wonder what that was about?

We eventually decided we wouldn't mess with either of those. That stuff was cool in the movies, but it didn't do much good in real life. Besides, this was a robbery, not a heist.

While we worked, Dennis got restless and went to make an early lunch. Of the four of us, I got the impression. He brought us a plate of pizza pockets along with assorted sodas, and we ate as we wrapped up the plan.

"Alright," Mac said, as Frank shut his laptop, "I think we have a general idea of what we're doing. We know how we get in, we know who does what when we're inside, and we know how we want to get out. Keeping in mind that no plan survives contact with the enemy, I think the odds are still pretty good."

"So, the enemy," I said, resisting the urge to wince at the realization that I would be up against good guys, "My only experience fighting in costume… or even just fighting, is against Lung, and that didn't go well."

"Eh, you did better than most," Mac said,

"You know what I mean," I said, "It could have gone better. We're going up against the Wards and they aren't pushovers."

Mac nodded, "Alrightalrightalright. Let's talk strategy and weaknesses. You know who the Wards are. At least?"

I shrugged, "I've researched them. I've seen them on TV. That doesn't mean I know the important stuff."

Dennis's face scrunched up. "Didn't you say you read the cape magazines religiously for a couple years?"

"It was a few actually." Dee added in.

I explained. "The cape magazines I've read focused on capes around the world, not just Brockton Bay. it was very rare when they would focus on Brockton Bay capes."

"Ok," Mac said, "So let's go down the list. Team leader: Aegis. We fought him before. He doesn't have what you think he has. People say he has the standard Alexandria package, flight, super strength, and invincibility, but when we fought him. He went down easily. Like a bozo with a cement block taped to his head."

"Really?"

"Yes! You see, the problem isn't putting him down. The problem is making sure the kid doesn't get back up."

"I don't understand."

"Frank, wanna explain your theory?"

"It ain't a theory," Frank said. "You see, these dumbasses think that he has a healing factor, when that's not the case. He does fly, but it's his two powers that work differently. See, he isn't invincible… he just doesn't have any weak points. His entire biology is filled with so many redundancies and reinforcements that you just can't put him down. Cut off his dick and he can cream out his mouth. Shoot him in the eyes and he sees by sensing light from his skin. Not even the brain is exempt from it. The guy was shot in the head and healed from it the next day. Stab him through the heart and another organ takes over the necessary functions."

"Not that we're stabbing anyone through the heart?" I made it a hopeful half-question, half-statement.

"No. Well, it wouldn't be a bad idea to stab the wetback through the heart just to slow him down."

They all groaned and cringed at that.

"What?" I asked.

"That's…not a good word." Dennis explained.

"oh."

"Yeah, maybe use a different word." Dee suggested.

"Like beaner?" Frank said

They all cringed at that too.

"Is that ano-"

"Yes!-" Dennis said.

"No!-" Mac said.

"-Yes! Yes, very racist!"

"-Not like beaner!"

"Yeah! Just say…zombie! Ok, the guy's like a zombie! He gets back up within seconds of you kicking his ass, keeps coming at you until you're too tired to fight back or you make a mistake."

"And he's super strong?" I asked.

Dennis shook his head, "Frank, and no racism?"

He did. With a roll of his eyes. "The zombie isn't strong, but he can abuse his body in ways that make it seem like he is. He can throw punches hard enough that they'd break his hand, mangle his joints and tear his muscles, and his body just takes it. He has no reason to hold back, and he doesn't need to waste any time protecting himself from you. He can also draw on adrenaline… you've heard stories like how little old grandmothers lifted cars off the ground to save their grandkids?"

I nodded.

"That's adrenaline at work, and Aegis can do that for hours at a stretch. His body doesn't run out of steam, he doesn't get tired, he doesn't exhaust his reserves of adrenaline. The bean-"

"Ahh!" Charlie interrupted.

Frank sighed. "Zombie…just keeps going."

"So how do you stop him?" I asked.

"You can't, really," Frank said, "Best bet is to keep him occupied, keep him sufficiently distracted, stick him somewhere he can't escape. Trap him in a dumpster, a fridge, and throw it in the river, you can get a few minutes of relief. Which is all harder than it sounds. He's the team captain, and he isn't stupid. Charlie? Sic your dogs on him. A two-ton canine or two should keep him out of our hair until we're ready to run."

"We did that last time Frank," Charlie told him. "It didn't work."

"You think I don't know that? I know more about you guys than you know about yourself."

"I know," Charlie said, with a hint of venom seeping into his voice. Was there some tension between the two?

"Trust me, it didn't work because your strategy was crap. Dennis?"

Dennis pointed at himself. "Me?"

"Yes, you! You're the backup there. Keep an eye on Aegis. See if you can't use your power to throw him off. Buy enough time for a dog to get its jaws on him and he's probably out of action."

"That could work," Dennis said. "Ok, I'll do it."

Frank extended two fingers and tapped the second, "Number two. Clockblocker. I just want to say, I hate people who mess with time."

"Oh! I know him!"

"You do?" Mac said.

"Yeah!" I said, "He can stop time for whatever he touches. The person or object he touches basically stops thirty seconds to ten minutes. He doesn't control or know how long it's going to last. But if he gets his hands on you, you're out of action. He'll either stand next to you and wait until you start moving, then touch you again, or he'll just tie you up in chains and handcuffs so that when his power wears off, you're already in custody."

They all stared at me.

Oh no…did I give them a big hint?

"uhhhhhhh…I read it in a magazine."

Mac didn't look convinced. "So you know that if he touches you, you're fucked."

"Right."

"Good!" Frank said. "Then we won't have to explain it."

"There is something she missed," Mac said. "The only good thing is that whoever he touches is also untouchable. Can't be hurt, can't be moved. Period. He uses that defensively, and he can do stuff like throw paper or cloth in the air and freeze it in time, making some kind of unbreakable shield. You don't want to run into something that's frozen. We had one of Charlie's dogs try to attack him and he used his power on a piece of paper. The dog broke its teeth on it. And one of Charlie's dogs can break steel with it."

"So basically," Dee said. "Ehhhh, watch out for him."

"Noted," I said.

Mac spoke, "The third heavy hitter on the Wards is Vista. You know how capes get more powerful when they trigger when they're younger?"

"I was told that was a myth?"

"It's not! Vista proves it. Clockblocker is sort of a one-trick pony. His trick involves screwing with one of the key forces of our universe, but it's just one thing. Vista also messes with the law of psychics like a big ball of shit! in your hand!"

"Thanks for that mental image."

"Twelve years old, and she has the power to reshape space," Frank added. "She can stretch a building like a dude's dong that's a grower, so it's twice as tall, or squeeze two sidewalks closer together so she can cross the street with a single step."

"Her weakness," Frank continued, "Is the Manton effect." He turned his full attention to me, "You know what that is?"

"I've heard it mentioned, but I don't know the details."

"How do you not know jack shit about capes!?" Mac said.

"How do you believe in myths about capes?" I said.

Mac pursed his lips.

"Wherever our powers come from, they also came with some limitations." Frank explained "For most of us, there's a restriction about using our powers on living things. For example, you can't use powers to make your dick longer, to mess someone's brain to reduce them to a drooling mess who needs a helmet to walk around his house, to play with their nipples to force them to lacates-"

We all voiced disgust and concern at the dialogue.

"What!?" Charlie said.

"Frank stooooop." Dee voiced.

"That's-" Dennis said.

"Really disgusting!" Mac finished for him.

"That's-"

"Too much information!"

"Yeah, just…the point is. The Manton effect means our powers don't work on living things. Unless it's something like mine…Or Charlie's…Or Panacea's…but those powers ONLY work on living things it's one or the other. It's why most telekinetics can't just reach into your chest and crush your heart. Most people who can create forcefields can't create one through the middle of your body and cut you in two."

"Narwhal can," I said.

"I said most," Dennis said, "Dont-don't second guess me. I know what I'm talking about. Most superheroes, supervillains, and people with superpowers are like that"

I nodded, slowly. I wondered if that had something to do with why Lung didn't burn himself, but I didn't want to get further off-topic, "And Vista?"

"Vista can stretch and compress space. She can also do strange things with gravity. Thing is, the Manton effect keeps her from stretching or compressing you. It also makes altering an area a lot harder for her if there's more people in that space. So if all of us are in one room, chances are she won't be able to affect the entire room."

"But," Mac added, wiping a string of cheese from the corner of his lip, "Every time we've run into her, she's been a helluva lot faster. Faster and overall more powerful with her power, and she's also had new tricks. Every second she's on the battlefield is the second things become harder for us. Which means don't hold back on her because she's a kid. I know you're a kid too but she's younger. Doesn't matter. Kick her ass when you can. Aegis, Clockblocker, Vista. Those are the ones we're most likely to run into, and…whoever else winds up coming, if they all come, with all the other members, we're screwed.

"Let's quickly go through the rest," Dennis suggested. "Kid Win."

"Tinker," Frank said, "Flying skateboard, laser pistols, high-tech visor, all that shit. Expect something new, depending on what he's come up with in his workshop. He's mobile, but even deeandra could beat him."

my eyebrows quirked.

"Uh, she has the weakest power, not very good for offense."

"I would argue Dennis's is the weakest. He just messes with nerves."

The team looked at each other.

"What?"

"Nothing. Triumph?" Mac said. "Last time we dealt with him, our ears bled."

"He turned eighteen and graduated to the Protectorate. Don't have to worry about him," Frank said.

"Gallant," Dee said. "Our knight in shining armor." She put a lot of belittlement in her tone, She did a raspberry immediately after.

"Glory Girl's on and off boyfriend, he says he's a Tinker in the same vein as Kid Win, but he just runs around in secondhand armor with a fresh paint job. His thing is these blasts of light. Getting hit by one feels like a punch in the gut, but the blasts also mess with your feelings."

"Make you sad, make you scared, ashamed, giddy, whatever. Not that bad unless you get hit by a bunch in a row. Don't." Dennis warned.

"That just leaves Shadow Stalker. Bloodthirsty Bastard," Mac scowled.

Dennis explained to me, "She's got it in her head that Mac is her nemesis. You know, her number one enemy, her dark opposite. She's been going after him every chance she gets."

"She was a solo hero," Frank said, "Vigilante of the night, like one of those one of those edgy 90s heroes."

"They're cooler when they aren't trying to kill you!" Mac said.

"Until she went too far and nearly killed someone, nailing him to a wall with one of her crossbows. The local heroes were called in, she got arrested, and made some sort of deal. So now she's a probationary member of the Wards, with the condition that she uses tranquilizer bolts and nonlethal ammo for her crossbow."

"Which she isn't!" Mac yelped., "At least, not when she comes after me. That arrow she shot through my side had a goddamn arrowhead on it. Hoof, I'm going to be walking funny for weeks."

Frank shook His head, "You stopped walking funny a long time ago ]. Her powers and Mac's are...kinda weird when it comes to interacting with each other. Shadow Stalker can sort of transform. She becomes extremely lightweight, can pass through glass and thin walls and she's nearly invisible. Only thing is, while she and the stuff she carries are all wispy in her transformed state, the stuff she shoots with her crossbow only stays that way for a half second. Then the effect wears off and it's a regular arrow flying towards you. So she can leap between rooftops, almost impossible to see, hard to even touch, and all the while she's shooting very real arrows at you."

"So what do you do?" I asked.

"Her power doesn't work well while she's inside Mac's darkness, for whatever reason. She isn't as fast or agile, he can see her better, and she can't see him in the darkness," Frank told me, "So you can imagine how that plays out."

"I actually can't."

"It becomes something of a very intense game of tag, with one very fast person that's essentially blind and deaf but carrying lethal weapons, while Mac, the other, is trying to take her out without getting shot."

"Let's avoid that," Mac said, "I don't want an arrow in my ass again."

"You got an arrow in the ass?" Charlie asked.

"It's a figure of speech Charlie!"

"A figure of speech?"

"Yes it's-"

"That's a figure-"

"-just a saying!"

"-of speech? How come I never heard of it?"

"Cause you're retarded!"

"Cause I'm retarded?"

"Yes cause-"

"Case I'm-"

"-you're retarded!"

"-retarded!?"

"Yes!"

"Charlie," Dennis said. "Don't get too tense. All he said was."

Charlie walked to Mac and grabbed him by the shirt. "Listen you soyboy, white trash, piece of fuck. You say the ever again and I'll rape your entire family. Even the children. Even the men." So much venom was in Charlie's voice it could poison and kill a man nearly instantly. Was he fucking serious?

Mac eyebrows quirked. "Even-even the men? What are you gay?"

"What no?"

"Are you gay?"

"I-No!"

"Cause it sounds like you're gay."

"I'm not gay Mac! I just want to rape the men!"

Mac's facial expression was one of confusion. "Right…which makes you gay!"

"In a non-gay way! In a nonsexual way!"

"How can you rape someone in a nonsexual way?!"

"I don't know! maybe-"

"GUYS!" I shouted.

Everyone looked at me.

"Please tell me, you guys don't always fight with each other before a mission."

"We could," Dee said. "But we'd be lying."

I sighed. "So…that's the plan, then?" I said, "So many maybes."

"We dealt with these things a lot, Taylor," Mac said, his tone a bit terse, "this is just how it goes and this will work out trust."

"Oh, I didn't mean to sound like I was criticizing your plan-" I said.

"Your plan?" Mac interrupted. "Don't you mean…our plan?"

I froze. Shit. Is he getting closer to figuring me out? I had to think of a response. "I'm…a touch nervous, is all."

"You don't have to come," Charlie said, his tone a touch too casual.

"Yeah," Mac told me, a little too cheerful, "If you're having second thoughts, just-"

"I am," I admitted, "as well as third thoughts, fourth thoughts, and so on. But I'm not going to let that stop me. I'm coming with."

Mac quirked his eyebrows. "Ok. Then we've got the rest of today and tomorrow to prepare. Taylor? You run right?"

I nodded.

"Then you can meet me on your run first thing. I'll have a cell phone for you. You can text Frank with anything you think you'll need, like those weapons you were talking about. Look up models and brands ahead of time if you want something specific."

"What's his number?" I asked.

"I'll put it on the phone before I give it to you. That's it. We just planned a bank robbery before noon," Frank said with a grin. I looked at the digital clock displayed under the TV. Sure enough, it was half-past eleven.

I couldn't help but wonder if that was a good thing.

Author Notes: Y'know, a friend said to me, Superheroes are the modern mythologies. Y'know, like Greek mythologies, Egyptian mythologies, mythologies and stories about gods and beings, telling you how magnificent they are, and how awesome they are. Stories that are nothing but explanations of their glory.

So obviously, I couldn't agree more about what she said.

What more is there to being a hero than kicking ass? What else is there to being a hero than beating the villains? Is there anything more to being a hero than always winning?

Of course, there's not. And that was all the previous mythologies gave a shit about. Therefore, I'm going to be a great hero. There's no one better, no one greater, no one that could stand and shake my hand, no one that could fill themselves with the same amount of grace.

There's no one. On planet Earth. That's as brilliant as me.

And I know it.

So I just have to make sure everyone else knows it too.

These are the first words of my prose version of Ultimate! if you want to check it out, it's on Sufficient Velocity! So go over there and look up Ultimate. It should be one of the first results. At least if you're looking up titles.

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That's all I had to say. This is Super Ultimate Number One, singing out. Peace!