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*Chapter 182*

In a seething draw of red rage Turbo was now confidently sagged in, he grit his teeth clenched tight in his jaw and peered his narrow slits of pupils tight over his shoulder. Still gripped to Wren, he froze in hovering debate, and although he was frozen in all five men's prickled, terrified silence for merely seconds, the sound of Berri's now urgent, pleading demands overrode absolutely everything in this moment. In a soft release of Wren's arms, he turned and pressed down the corridor, his eyes hooked tight to Berri's dressing room door, which was agape and letting out a soft, lovely stream of light. Tunnel visioned and now on a confident press of a warpath, Turbo's ears prickled to the sound of Wren, Ace, Throttle, Theo and Chester now urgently cooing Turbo's name in a sharp sting of whole, unmitigated, terrified uncertainty. They all cautiously chased after Turbo, hoping that somehow their calm words would extinguish Turbo's fire, though unwavering, unflinching, he firmly stormed on, fists clenched. Still sapped in red, slits of pupils straight from a nightmare, the death glower of the century, Turbo halted in the gape of Berri's dressing room and assessed the room for prey.

"It's SHITTY of you, Berri, how COULD you?" Gunner hissed in hard agitation into her face, she flinched and urgently shook her head in sorrowful desperation.

"Gunner, she's HOMELESS! Because of YOU!" Berri urged, and though she wasn't nearly as animated or angry as she possibly could be, for this conversation, she looked as if she was on the verge of exploding eventually, "I-I couldn't just... LEAVE her on EZ Living's streets, Gunner, and what's a-matter with you? She's been living with us for the past week and you didn't have a single clue."

"Yeah, maybe shouldn't have opened your fat mouth," Gunner snipped in unhinge agitation, "What lies did she tell you THIS time? Surely she shit all over my name, dragged it all through the mud, just what she's good at."

"Gunner, she's recuperating from being HOMELESS," Berri urgently shouted, a vein bulged in her forehead, she firmly gestured her hands and caused her folded sheet music to ruffle a crinkly noise out to the room, "She's not worried about anything but catching up on rest and taking care of her mental health! Something you CLEARLY could care less about!"

"Not right before our HUGEST show, which, by the way, SHOULDN'T be filled with practicing your own bullshit," Gunner growled, Berri sharply flinched the second Gunner ripped her precious sheet music from her hands, and as she gasped and took a jolting step to retrieve it, he firmly yanked it out of her reach and dared to suddenly grapple her shoulder in sharp, firm, jostling restraint; Berri uttered a startled cough of a whimper as she was shaken a bit, Gunner wildly flagged her sheet music in an uncaring, flippant show of whole agitation, "You can do THIS once I'm GONE OKAY? Can it WAIT?!"

Just as Berri opened her mouth to loudly retort and prove to Gunner just what she was made of in the form of clenched fists and riled, silver coding, both Berri and Gunner flinched in surprise as Berri's sheet music was suddenly plucked from Gunner's hand. Gunner sharply furrowed his eyebrows and whirled his angry seething attention to his back right, though just as Berri and Gunner laid eyes on just who was now curiously peering down into Berri's lovely sheet music, Berri felt every single last pixel inside her body halt to an eternal pause. As if her brain couldn't even comprehend the idea that Turbo was actually here, in front of her, outside of Sugar Rush, the splay of red, hot, livid anger his eyes displayed was enough for Berri to inhale a slow, sharp, tightened gasp of unmitigated horror. She cupped her mouth with both of her hands and took a trembling step away, she sagged into herself, bugged her eyes and watched as Gunner was late to sagging in nervous, confused realization. Turbo inhaled a deep, reviving breath through his nose and stood now tight in Berri's and Gunner's bubble, though he dutifully noted that Berri wisely began to remove herself in the form of a few steps backwards.

"No, I... I don't think this can wait," Turbo's gentle voice soothed, and though his lovely, familiar depth was as kind and soft as could be, Berri knew not to be fooled. His beaming red, snake-like eyes climbed all over the fragile sheet music in his hands, though Gunner flinched clear out of his skin the second Turbo sharply dart his whole attention for Gunner, a fixated, locked, loaded aim, a shot he was absolutely certain he wouldn't miss. Turbo's terrifying gaze stabbed into Gunner's with a swathe of absolute authority, not a single shred of any dominance lay in Gunner's now crumpling court. As Turbo gently folded Berri's sheet music and tucked it into the back pocket of his jeans for safe keeping, he gently held his arm out, in Berri's direction, and kept his eyes forever glued into Gunner's, "You're going to tell me, in full detail, what possessed you to think that putting your hands on this woman was a good idea?"

Gunner opened his mouth to somehow ease a trembling reply, though nothing came out. With a few inches of height Turbo had over Gunner, and a whole, hefty extra pounds of solid muscle to boot, Gunner took a wary step back and glossed his terrified eyes to the doorway. Hung in the gape, frozen in terror, was Wren and Ace, as well as Zed, Tessa, Theo, Throttle, Bedgy and Chester all in the hall, poised in unmitigated uncertainty. Though just as Gunner began to stab his scared gaze into one of theirs and silently beg for help, Turbo sharply snapped his fingers before Gunner's face and shocked his attention straight into Turbo's molten red gaze, once more.

"HEY, eyes up, if the people behind me wanted to come rushing to your rescue, they'd have barreled me down by now," Turbo's deep voice began to grow in strength, his heart surged with protectiveness for Berri, everything her sweet soul entailed, he wrinkled his nose in true, genuine, horrific anger and knew the pot had only just begun boiling, "Answer the question."

"C'mon, man, I'm sor-"

"Answer the QUESTION!" Turbo sharply bellowed, everyone in the room, especially Gunner, flinched and took steps away from Turbo's gravity; Gunner huffed a trembling breath of rising terror, he being the only one swathed in a healthy splay of Turbo's vivid, sharp red glower, everyone froze with the raw history being made, right in front of them.

"I-It wasn't a good idea," Gunner pressed deeply, though he tried to act composed, his voice crackled in a quivering mess of sapped terror.

"No, it wasn't a good idea, was it! Cause now you have ME pounding on your door," Turbo growled as he clenched his fists and dared to take a step deeper into Gunner's shaking gravity, he easily got tight in Gunner's face, and though both men had their chests puffed and fists clenched in preparation to potentially start swinging, it was entirely clear just whose confidence was genuine and whose was faked. Turbo glowered Gunner down and pressed on in a growl through the grit of his teeth, "Why don't you go ahead and redo that conversation, then? With me watching? You'd probably say and do a few things differently, wouldn't you..."

Gunner swallowed hard and, although he desperately wanted to duck away and leave, he hesitantly peered his terrified gaze to Berri and caught eyes with her. Frozen in shock with both of her hands over her mouth in shrugged, stiff, unmitigated horror, it was clear that tears were now streaming Berri's cheeks. Gunner flinched in nervous terror as Turbo's dominant, deep voiced pressed down to him, once more.

"Well? Go ahead, I'll watch," Turbo chimed sweetly, his red gaze, the slits of his pupils, the livid seethe of his whole entire aura never faltered; Gunner just barely shook his head and finally gave Turbo full, scared eye contact, in a whole attempt to pretend he was brave.

"I-I'm..." Gunner staggered, he inhaled a shaky breath as notions finally came to him, though before he could utter any other words, he largely flinched took another wavering step back and jolted as Turbo grit his teeth and got in his face.

"Yeah, you wouldn't DARE!" Turbo loudly shouted in Gunner's face, and as Turbo's brooding, dominant steps now began to slowly back Gunner to a nearby wall, Gunner staggered a nervous huff of a word, a sentence he desperately tried to get ahold of. Gunner's terrified gaze peered up into Turbo's in very easily dwindling certainty, Turbo inhaled a sharp breath through his nose and pressed on, certain that if any more anger were to squeeze into his bloodstream, he'd surely start breathing fire, "I'm shocked you even had the BALLS to do ANYTHING of this nature with Berri's FATHER in the building!"

"Y-you're... You're," Gunner tried to catch his shallow breath, he shook his head and peered up to Turbo in terror as he hovered tight over Gunner with entire authority.

"I'm Turbo," Turbo's deep voice pressed in a lilt of a cocky smirk that graced his face, his haunting, red snake eyes pierced Gunner's soul like a molten beam of death that Gunner was due to being disintegrated under, Turbo exuded every single last strand of power this whole Arcade had to offer as he huffed Gunner a deep, taunting chuckle of deathly delight, "Your worst nightmare..."

"... H-How did you get past security?" Gunner pressed, a staggering mess, it was apparent that he was desperately trying to hide the tremble in his voice, to make clear he still had some shred of control, here.

"... You see this woman?" Turbo wondered sharply, he hovered a few inches over Gunner's face, though as Turbo averted his sharp, terrifying, predatory gaze straight for Berri's soul, Berri flinched in spine-stiffening shock and sagged a bit deeper in the horrific sight she was hoping she'd never have to see. Gunner swallowed hard and, though he just barely glanced in Berri's direction, he largely jolted as Turbo, once again, locked eyes with him and got in his face, "She's my best friend. She's my future. She's my Queen! And I KNOW she'd whole-heartedly agree with my words, here... I'm going to let you and your little brain piece it ALL together. You think maybe, just MAYBE... She put me on the whitelist? Forget the fact that we're, oh, I don't know, dating and romantically involved? Just a thought. Y'ever have one of those?"

Gunner sharply furrowed his eyebrows and dared to shoot Berri a look of horrific betrayal, though it only lasted mere milliseconds before Turbo took another daring step into Gunner's gravity, which was now nearly hitting the wall he was being forced into.

"So, next time you encounter this beautiful creature, I'm going to need you to use that brain of yours, consider the consequences of your words and actions, consider JUST who could be watching your every move," Turbo sharply hissed in Gunner's face, he dared to open his palms and inhale a quick, steady breath. In rapid, heightened, adrenaline-fueled speed, Gunner largely flinched the second Turbo's incredible, adrenaline-filled powers shook a nearby floor lamp in sudden, jostled urgency, and as if the whole thing was being dismantled, it came apart in a flutter of pieces, screws, bars and wires, and as if it was being completely deconstructed, the lamp's pieces suddenly fell to the floor and vanished into thin air. Gunner raised his eyebrows in unmitigated surprise the second the overhead lights, in Berri's dressing room, suddenly flickered in chaos, though Turbo's haunting, red gaze never wavered from his pinpointed, cornered prey, the hums of the room's confused electrical wires eased like a bass drum of untimed chaos into everyone's cores. Turbo inhaled a raspy deep breath and eagle-eyed his prey, the faintly glowing hot red stressors on his jugular showed through in burning confidence, "Because if it's anything like what I just witnessed, I'll be there to make sure you never even existed."

"This doesn't even concern you," Gunner dared in a growl as he finally stiffened his upper lip and dared to fight back, though with the gentle press of his puffed chest and attempt at reigning authority tight over Turbo, Turbo's muscular, broad shoulders expanded a deep inhale in a tighter, angrier hover over Gunner's again sagging presence.

"This ABSOLUTELY CONCERNS ME!" Turbo's loud, deep voice bellowed in a now terrifying, echoed mess of reverberating bass, the overhead and ground floor lamps now angrily flickered with the heightened electricity in the room. Gunner inhaled a trembling breath as his terrified, crazed eyes held tight to the slits that had him frozen in continued horror. Turbo's strong rib cage expanded a powerful breath as Gunner's back finally pressed to the wall behind him, "Berri is my Queen, I hope to one day make this amazing woman my bride, this AMAZING woman of whom you just MAN HANDLED!"

"I-I... Didn't..." Gunner staggered in weakened terror, to which Turbo finally eased a few inches over Gunner's face and grit his teeth.

"Oh don't you DARE! I saw you with my own eyes," Turbo deeply growled in Gunner's face, "Hell knows what else you've been doing that Berri hasn't disclosed. I don't care who was right or wrong in that fight, there's a better way to get your points across, but you lost all rights with that one grab, dude."

Gunner fell silent and pushed his back tighter to the wall in unending terror, and as Turbo inhaled a shaky breath to continue on, Gunner knew, full well, it was all over, from here.

"Now, here's what we're going to do," Turbo firmly stated in Gunner's face, one of which was angrily forever-splayed in hot, molten red rage from Turbo's glowing eyes, "You're going to leave Berri alone, you're going to GO onto that stage and sing and dance and do whatever, and after this contract is over, you're to understand that any communicating you do, with Berri, however public or private, comes with the knowledge that I'm... Always... Watching."

Gunner shakily panted through his nose as Turbo heavily cocked an eyebrow, shook his head and awaited for Gunner's response, though too shellshocked to talk, Gunner nervously peered about Turbo's face in continued, frozen terror.

"DEAL?" Turbo's deep, terrifying voice firmly shouted; jarred and forever blistered in humility, Gunner inhaled a shaky breath and nervously nodded.

"Deal," Gunner huffed in defeat, though he flinched in real, gasping terror as Turbo suddenly grappled the collar of Gunner's shirt with both fists and barely pressed his forehead into Gunner's in a show of now entire dominance. Turbo inhaled a steady breath and hovered, to which he narrowed his gaze and hissed Gunner a mean conclusion.

"Now GET out of my SIGHT," Turbo growled through a sharp, raspy whisper, and without any shred of hesitation, Gunner ducked from Turbo's extremely heavy gravity once he was unhanded, fumbled to get around his unwavering, dominant stance, pushed past the group of onlookers in Berri's doorway and was immediately gone.

Void of any sound, the only thing that could be heard in the shivering stillness was the heavy panting through Turbo's nose as he kept hovered tight to the wall Gunner was just pressed against. Although Berri couldn't see his face, she could tell his eyes were closed due to the lack of an angry red glow the wall received. Turbo's shoulders gently shook with the dregs of unmitigated anger, a whole swathe of emotion he was definitely not prepared for, Berri stood half a dozen feet to Turbo's right in frozen, uncertain shock. With her hands still cupped over her mouth and a healthy splay of tears that had streamed her face, washed with entire, blindsided bewilderment, Berri kept her glassy eyes glued to Turbo's figure. Uncertain if any of this was even real, she remained frozen in continued, suspended disbelief and felt her heart jolt in nervous terror the second the angry, red glow healthily splayed the wall Turbo hovered in front of. In a gentle sag of now being prepared to tackle the next item on his list, he softened to the best of his whole ability, dragged his terrifying, still angry gaze to the ground and finally gave Berri full eye contact.

Although his eyes were still hauntingly red with the near-demonic, snake-like slits that hovered in the center of the glow, Turbo's demeanor now read drooping, shaky, apologetic uncertainty. He exhaled a trembling breath and was floored to hold eye contact with Berri, in this weird and trying time, though as he dared to press closer to her, he hung a few feet in front of her and watched as she stood a little straighter, cautiously removed her hands from her mouth and hovered her fists to her sternum in reserved, shellshocked contemplation. She shakily breathed through her mouth and peered up into Turbo's snake-like eyes, though she was thrilled to see the angry red color begin to dip to that of a gentler, vibrant orange. Turbo raised his eyebrows in pure softness, did absolutely everything to make this moment right, and shook his head in tender bewilderment. He grimaced in the narrow of his now closed eyes and tenderly pulled Berri's sheet music from the back pocket of his jeans. He sorrowfully raised his eyebrows, peered his now orange glowing eyes into Berri's sheet music and took note that it was their lovely song, aptly titled 'Here and Now'. He exhaled a trembling breath as the sheet music began to shake with the nervousness of his quaking hands, and as he sagged his black pupils to her, which were just barely beginning to broaden and return to normal, he dared to open his mouth and desperately tried to grasp at normality.

"I-I... Didn't want to announce my arrival like that, at all," Turbo quietly muttered, he sorrowfully peered down to his and Berri's sheet music and tenderly began to hand it to her, safely returned to its rightful owner, "I... Had this whole plan, it looked a LOT different in my mind. I'm... So sorry, Bear, but-"

"You're here," Berri hissed quietly in enchanted, bewildered, still apprehensive calmness, and though her voice gently trembled, she gave him a swathe of teary eye contact that radiated the utmost of gratitude.

Turbo's orange gaze gently dart about her face and aimlessly looked about in cute conclusion, as if to really relish in her words and finally believe it all for himself. He tried his hardest to curl a cute smile at the edge of his mouth, though as Berri tenderly took the sheet music from him, she shook her head, lofted the sheet music to her side, let go of it and urgently pushed into his bubble. With a firm sag of her arms about his midsection, the two eagerly collided into a snug of warm reunion, the grapple of Turbo's strong arms tight about the little bend of her shoulders, they gripped each other with trembling arms and shaky exhales of unmitigated relief. Turbo furrowed his eyebrows in a pang of rising, bittersweet sorrow and firmly tucked his face into the top of her head, the feel of her arms about him, once more, the firm press of her face into the nook of his neck and shoulder, he scrunched his eyes and did everything not to softly begin to cry alongside her. He huffed a shaky, whisper of a chuckle onto her shoulder and squeezed her as tight as he could.

"I'm here," Turbo's sweet voice lilted in raspy disbelief, he eased a nervous chuckle and kept her glued to him, he shook his head and tenderly pet the back of Berri's head and soft, sleek hair, "I made it..."

"Thank you," Berri huffed in crumpling despair, though she gently pulled from Turbo's gravity and peered up into his eyes; pupils that had dilated back to normal, the color in his eyes still held an orange glow of winding down from the heights of anger.

"Berri, will you please be mine, again?" Turbo staggered in quiet question, and though he was well aware he likely had an audience, Berri was the only one to see that Wren and Zed diligently began to quietly tell everyone, in the gape of the doorway, to give Turbo and Berri some privacy, here. Turbo heaved a shaky breath and peered down into Berri's shimmery, hopeful blue eyes. He lovingly tucked some of her hair behind her ear and shook his head in the scrunch of closed eyes, "I... I already know how life goes, without you in it, and I can't bear another minute of it."

Berri sagged her shoulders and felt warmth again, a final, gentle prickle of love she needed, she could hardly even continue to believe that she was in Turbo's raw presence here in Arcadia Station. In the gentle aura of the fiery situation that had just taken place, she heaved a shaky breath and crowned a bashful smile at all of the loving notions he had gifted to her, the very idea of potentially making her his official Queen, she glossed her eyes to Turbo's broad chest and felt the wave of everything that had just taken place continue to drown her in emotion. She fluttered her wet eyelashes in a soft, discombobulated flurry of desperately trying to wrangle in all her thoughts, and just as she was about to tenderly give Turbo a response, a small, whispering notion, from the gape of the doorway, edged into the room with mild desperation.

"Pst, guys, uh... We're on in five," Wren hissed nervously as he leaned into the room, though with this jolt of information, Berri huffed a shaky breath, peered up into Turbo's eyes in unadulterated shock and gripped his lower arms in whole apology.

"H-Holy User, okay," Berri staggered, and in switching gears, she urgently glitched to her vanity, which caused Turbo to flinch in whole surprise, though as Berri began to urgently try and redo her makeup as fast as she could, due to all the tears she had just cried, a few staff members began to come in and urge Berri a few stage-management notions.

"Bear, we forgot to tell you that Gunner wants to limit just how far downstage either you or he goes, I don't know, he said something about germs," One woman promptly huffed in annoyed suggested, though her and the other stage crew guy she was with now nervously drew their attention to Turbo in rawness, "Uh, s-sir?"

"NO, no, he's allowed to be here, he has full rights here and is to be treated with the UTMOST respect, guys... This is Turbo," Berri sharply staggered as she flailed her makeup brush in their direction, and though the stage crew urgently peered to Berri, they softly volleyed their surprised gazes back to Turbo in unmitigated shock and delight.

"Turbo? THE Turbo?" The woman pressed with cheeky delight.

"She won't shut up about you, dude," The guy eased in a grumbly mutter of further sweetness, and before Turbo could huff them an incredulous notion of thawing delight, they whirled around and now urgently began to usher Berri out of her room, they dutifully grabbed her shiny grey guitar as well.

Although fully prepared to entirely stay out of Berri's way, from here on out, due to much more important measures, Turbo grit his teeth in rushing nervousness and knew he at least wanted an answer, from her. As Berri and both crew members began to hurry out of the door and hook a tight left, in the opposite direction from which they all had come prior, Turbo grit his teeth harder in a knee-jerk reaction and forced himself to chase after her in dire, bashful urgency. He popped out of the door and hooked a right, in the direction Berri and said two stage crew members took off. Messily lined down either sides of the wide hall was said previous onlookers, the majority of Berri's family, though Turbo hovered right in the mouth of it all and inhaled a deep, readied breath.

"BERRI, wait, I... Will you please let me know your answer to my question?" Turbo wondered, loud enough for her to hear, and though she was being ushered away, she whirled around, about a dozen feet away, and peered her softened, humbled, curious gaze to Turbo; he took a daring few steps closer to her, hoping to at least temporarily fill the gap, though as she gently gestured her hands and gave him a cheeky look of potential sarcasm, he halted in unmitigated uncertainty.

"I don't know, Bo, I'd... I'd really need to think about it," Berri stated in firm, almost disappointed cheek, though with such a thwart, Turbo sagged his shoulders, eased his hands into his jean's pockets and was now very well aware he shouldn't have spoken up.

"Yes, ma'am," Turbo mumbled softly as he glanced her an assured look of a definitive, humble defeat, and though Berri turned heel, took a few moseying steps away from him, she sarcastically looked up, fingered her lip, eased to another moseying halt and shrugged.

"Alright, I've thought about it," Berri chimed in cute nonchalance as she turned heel, once more, and pressed in Turbo's direction with full certainty.

In the gentle prickle of her continued voice, something of which he wasn't prepared for, Turbo raised his eyebrows in reeling softness and dart his eyes from his defeated gaze on the ground and straight into Berri's eyes, her figure began to confidently clack closer to him in the stab of her high heels. In the roll of entire shock he now had absolutely no clue what to immediately do with, his golden eyes hovered tight to Berri's in frozen confusion as she pressed into his gravity, and with her whole swathe of positive, dominant fervor, she warmly pushed up into his personal bubble, cupped his jaws in her able hands and pushed a firm, passionate kiss straight into his shivering, awaiting self. Turbo raised his eyebrows in unadulterated surprise and stiffened in the close of their eyes, the press of her kiss, he barely wobbled and unglued his hands from the stiff grip he had in his front pockets, though just as he heard the gathering about them gasp in surprise, he could feel the two melt into a bubble of much needed, smiling warmth the second everyone began to loudly cheer and ease notions of shocked, elated glee.

With the rile, Turbo beamed a wide, knowing smile on Berri's mouth and was floored to now properly receive her positive answer, and within the reach of nothing he wanted more, he sagged and very easily welcomed Berri into his presence with the wrap of his strong, masculine arms about her upper and lower back. Eager to hold her, feel her, taste her, every single little thing in between, he absolutely did not care who was watching. He raveled Berri into his strong grip as their tilted kiss deepened and intensified, he was very well aware he had won the heart of the princess with the tight squeeze of a drape her arms delivered about his strong neck. He easily dug into their kiss and was thrilled to feel her smile on his, the softness of her skin, they just barely stirred to a slow amongst the loud claps and eager calls of excitement all about the two. In the gentle part of their lips, Berri hovered her mouth over his and ushered him a cute, cocky deliverance of that girly attitude he craved.

"Does that answer your question?" Berri coyly asked on his wet mouth, to which he eased a handsome, sly smile in a returned notion on her plump lips.

"Yes ma'am," Turbo huffed quietly, though in one more moment of a soft and tender hover, Berri skillfully took a few steps away, slid her hand down the broad of his left arm and held hands with him until they were no longer within range to do so.

With the tender, teasing slip of her fingers and the coy, seductive smile of bursting delight she finally left Turbo with, she turned heel, once and for all, and began to vanish down the long corridor that lead to her final stage. Turbo raised his eyebrows in delirious, nervous surprise and now allowed his inhibitions to range to the whole entire group hovered about the hallway, a situation everyone involved had a front row seat to, though just as Turbo slowly stiffened and returned his hands to his front pockets in shy, cheeky embarrassment, everyone eagerly began to firmly pat Turbo's shoulders and arms, a jostle of cute, brotherly love everyone now overflowed Turbo with. Turbo choked a soft laugh as Ace firmly reached and ruffled the top of Turbo's head, everyone nudged him in side hugs of bustling excitement due to everything that just unfolded.

"Dude, tonight, you can kiss your coding GOODBYE," Wren muttered cutely as he firmly gave Turbo's arm a few pats, though ultimately him and Theo had to peel away, as well.

"Uh, parents present, you guys, we don't need this info," Zed choked in annoyance as him and Tessa caught eyes in teasing dread.

"He's not wrong, though," Chester muttered cutely, though Turbo rolled his eyes, looked down the long corridor in which Berri, Theo and Wren were escaping down; as they pressed closer to Arcadia's glowing, California sunlight, Berri's figure seemed to halo, and it was here did Turbo have to adamantly remind himself that he, indeed, wasn't dreaming.