Y'all are ready for a Manic chapter, right? Well, sorry to disappoint.

Okay, so apparently, our timeline is getting a little…messed up. So the next few chapters are going to be a little random in who is narrating. First up (or this chapter), we have Sonic, then Manic, then Manic again, then Sonic again, and then Sonia. The reason we're changing the order is because that is how the events take place in Chronological order. So… yeah, it's going to get a little crazy.

We're currently typing six chapters at once. That's how confused we got. But it is all in the name of Art! (Also we have finished two, not counting this one.)

But, we FINALLY get to have a Sonamy chapter! (Okay, so maybe we had one before, but this is different! It's a legit date!) Comments on reviews!

Caisha12: No, it's not bad. It's wonderful! (To be completely honest, I totally do the same thing. But I know what the visions are about.)

Starlight Sparks: I'm glad you liked how we foreshadowed! To be honest, we actually have quite a bit of foreshadowing in this story, but most of it goes over everyone's heads. XD. We'll try not to die, as long as you don't die. It's not good for your health.

Wafflesbelike-NYANCAT: When I first read your review, I got a little confused. Then I realized the whole Waffle thing… Whoops. Sorry 'bout that. If it helps, I LOVE waffles! They are heavenly… especially with maple syrup and strawberries… Okay, now I'm hungry. brb.

Quantum27: I'm glad you enjoyed the cover! I had fun coloring it… and doing the green hill zone in the background. Yep, it was Tikal. That's all I'm saying.

Zosonils: Holy Totem Poles… Never heard that one before. XD I'm so glad you're excited for the future (to be honest, so am I!) Okay, the whole, 'Knuckles doesn't like waffles' thing, was literally something that popped into my head while typing the chapter. I wanted a change of subject that was random, but not too random. But now that I think about it, it is a pretty strange headcanon. I think we have a few other ones in this chapter. Hope you enjoy them. I would also ask for a dishwasher in a clothing store. It's just the thing to either make or break someone's day. Shameless plugging! (I'm totally doing that in my next review for your Sonic and Tails: Origin Story. XD) Halo is laughing her head off. (I also looked up, but don't tell her that.)

Gwencarson126: Not sure which part you are talking about, but thanks!

Autumn: A Chihuahua? Sure, why not? My life is controlled by siblings and school. We don't have a dog. But we do have chickens… And yes, Knuckles should listen to his heart. But does he? Eh… sort of.

ultimateCCC: Pretty much. Or a Clairvoyant vision. Thank you, English Vocabulary test!

Can I just say that I LOVE Sonamy? (As long as Amy is not super, super, super, super, obsessive.) (Personally I ship Sonally. But I do enjoy an occasional Sonamy ship.)

Without further ado. Sonamy! Action!

Sonic's POV:

This was not how I planned my day to go.

Now, that's not to say I wasn't enjoying myself. Amy was laughing across the table while I was trying to wipe the ice cream off my face, looking like a complete fool.

How in the name of Chaos did I get here?

Well, the day had started out normal enough. Tails was working in his workshop, Knuckles was off somewhere with his girlfriend, and Amy and I were pulling weeds in Vanilla's garden.

Okay, so maybe the weed thing isn't the most normal thing you've heard, but I have actually found it rather stress relieving. I mean, weeds are a great way to take your anger out on. They won't give you too much trouble (generally), and always, always, always deserve to die.

It was great hanging out with her. I never noticed how funny she was. Talking to her just felt so...easy. Natural. I could really be myself around her, and before now I had only ever felt like that around Tails. I didn't need to be cocky or sarcastic with her like I was with the other girls I had dated in the past; Amy didn't go for that sort of thing, anyway.

"So how's life?" I asked casually, digging into the earth to rip out a particularly stubborn one.

"Pretty good, I think…" she replied. "Vanilla was going to go out and asked me to babysit for Cream tonight, but whatever she was planning on doing got canceled. So I haven't got anything planned."

"Bummer."

"I know, right?"

We weeded in amiable silence for a minute, until I decided to change the subject. "So Tails blew something up again."

"What was it this time?" asked Amy, her tone a mixture of exasperated and amused.

"A toaster."

"How'd he do that?"

"He was tinkering around with it, trying to make it fly."

"Well, no wonder he blew it-"

"He made it fly."

Amy fell silent for a second. Then she managed to stammer, "What?"

"Some sort of hover technology. I think he used some of the extreme gear stuff…"

We exchanged another laugh and then I focused on pulling another extremely stubborn weed. Amy also went back to gardening.

A random thought popped into my head, "So Amy," I yanked at the weed which refused to budge, "There's a new movie," YANK, "coming out today," YANK, "and I was wondering," YANK, "if you-"

A sudden, "YES!" interrupted me and I fell back a bit startled, weed in hand.

Groggily, I sat up rubbing my head, "What-?"

Amy looked a little embarrassed, "I mean… yes. I'd love to."

"To what?"

A light red blush seemed to creep onto her face, "You were you asking me to go to the movie with you, right?"

"I- uh…"

To be completely honest, I was going to say, 'So Amy, there's a new movie coming out today and I was wondering if you have seen the trailer for it.' I had no idea she was going to take that as me asking her on a date- I mean going to see a movie with me.

Don't give me that look, it's not a date. I think.

Now I had to tell Amy it was a huge misunderstanding, "Well, Amy I-" my voice cut off at the hopeful look on the hedgehog's face. "Um… yes. That was exactly what I was doing."

"Really?" Amy asked, her eyes shining.

I nodded vigorously on the outside, but on the inside, I was scolding myself. I was lying to a girl, Amy Rose, of all people. Chaos, forgive me.

But Amy didn't seem to notice. Instead she just grinned and went back to gardening.

Meanwhile, I was trying to figure out what the heck I was going to do. Obviously, this was a brand new movie which meant you had to get there an hour early for a good spot. I didn't even know what the film was, for crying out loud. How was I going to make this date thing work?

And then I realized something.

I just snagged a date with Amy Rose.

My first instinct was to zone out in pure shock. I had been trying to work up the courage to ask her out for weeks, but every time I tried it always came out garbled and nonsensical. Just like me to succeed by complete accident.

We finished weeding pretty quickly. I mumbled a goodbye to her, leaving her behind, still beaming. For the first time that I can remember, I willingly moved slowly. My mind was still in a jumble. Date. Movie. Me. Amy. Us. I felt like I was on top of the world and that that same world was crashing down on top of me at the same time. It was so amazing… and at the same time, I felt like freezing up in complete panic.

I finally snapped out of my slow-moving and zoomed into our house, completely startling Tails who was reading on the couch.

"Tails…" I said slowly, staring at the ground and holding my head. "Tails, the world is ending!"

My brother sprung to his feet, a look of alarm overtaking his once peaceful expression. "Robotnik?"

"No! Something worse." I collapsed on the couch, trying to sort out my emotions. My brain felt numb.

"What's worse than Robotnik?" Tails asked with a raised eyebrow. "Wait- does he have a brother?"

"No, I don't think he has a brother."

"Then a sister?"

"Robotnik doesn't have any siblings, Tails." I ran my fingers through my quills. "Or at least I don't think he does… at least not living siblings."

The poor fox now looked very confused, "Then is another mad man trying to take over the world, or… were you in the kitchen again? Sonic, we've talked about this!"

I rolled my eyes, "No, I wasn't in the kitchen. I was at Vanilla's with Amy."

"Oh…" Tails looked at me very suspiciously, "Did you blow up their kitchen?"

"No! Tails, gimme some credit!"

"Sonic, you barging in here saying 'The world is ending!' isn't very clear."

"Then maybe it's not ending," I spread my arms out in an exploratory manner, "Maybe it's at peace."

Tails stared at me with a quizzical look. "... Have you been eating Mr. Brown's chili dogs again?"

"No, that was a mistake I will never make again." I shivered at the very thought of those disgusting abominations; rock hard, yet squishy, sliding down my throat like mutant slime. The hallucinations that came afterwards were no picnic either.

Tails just stared at me. "Then the world is at peace?"

"No! It's ending! Haven't you been paying attention?"

At this, my brother just shook his head and picked up his book, "When you want to start talking sense, I'll be in the workshop." Then he left me to my bouncing emotions.

What? I had no idea how I felt about this situation, as previously mentioned. One minute I felt as if everything was right in the world, the next… I felt like I'd rather be destroyed by Robotnik while wearing a pink tutu.

Okay, maybe I had one of Mr. Brown's chili dogs. I was starving; you tell me what you'd do in my place.

About an hour later, I finally had calmed down enough to find Tails and speak semi-sense.

"I may have… sort of… kinda… asked Amy… out."

Tails was sitting at a workbench peering at me over his book. He didn't say anything at first then in a completely normal voice, "That's nice." Then he went back to his book.

Uh… Okay then.

"Tails, did you not hear me?"

"Yes, I did."

"I asked Amy on a date."

"Yes."

"And you don't see anything strange about this?"

"Sonic, you've been hanging out with her almost every day working in a garden, for Chaos sake. I was expecting you to finally get the nerve to ask her out."

"It was actually an accident."

This got his attention. Tails put the book down and folded his arms, "How do you accidently ask someone out?"

While I was busy explaining what happened, Knuckles walked in. He seemed distracted and kept checking his phone every two minutes (which I never thought I'd ever see in my lifetime), but asked me to repeat the whole story.

When I finally finished the explanation (twice), the two of them just stared at me for a second. Knuckles started chuckling smugly and Tails rolled his eyes.

"Why does this sort of thing always happen to you?"

I shook my head, "I have no idea. Now what am I supposed to do?"

"Well," Knuckles straightened up slightly, "You already lied to her, in a way. Don't do it again. Take her to the movie, and then add a surprise trip to an ice cream parlor or something at the end."

"... Since when did you become the date expert?"

"Since I met Sofi. We did something like that a few weeks ago." He checked his phone again.

That's when it clicked in my brain. Phone = Sofia. "Speaking of which, how is our beloved Sofia doing?" I asked as nonchalantly as I could.

Knuckles tensed up slightly, "I think she's alright…"

"Meaning...?" Tails joined in the conversation with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, she just sort of… fainted this morning. Said she gets migraines that can cause her to pass out. But…" he trailed off.

"But?" I pressed.

"I could have sworn I sensed Chaos energy. Same with when I first met her, now that I think about it."

Tails shifted slightly, "You think she may have Chaotic abilities?"

He shrugged, "I'm not sure. I was a little distracted."

"Because your girlfriend just fainted?" I smirked.

Knuckles glared.

My little brother swooped in for a rescue, "Have you told her about Angel Island yet?"

"I told her I was a Guardian of something that my family has guarded since ancient times."

"And-?" Tails and I both asked at the same time.

"She seemed to believe me. And she didn't look at me like I was a lunatic, so there's that little bit of positivity." Knuckles shrugged.

I shook my head, "Dude, you need to take her to the island. The sooner you get the weird stuff out of the way, the sooner you can avoid awkward conversations of avoiding certain subjects."

"And when did you get to be the conversation expert?" Knuckles demanded.

I smiled, "Since I started hanging out with Amy."

Tails and I laughed, and Knuckles joined in shortly. With that out of the way, Knuckles and Tails immediately went into 'business' mode and started questioning me about the date with Amy.

"When are you going out?"

"Do you know what movie you're going to see?"

"How much is a ticket?"

"Are you going to get any concessions?"

"What about the ice cream?"

I held up a time out sign. "Woah! Guys, calm down, seriously. It's tonight, I don't know the movie or ticket price, yes I want to get concessions, and the ice cream sounds like a good idea." I leaned back with my hands behind my head. "Any other questions?"

Tails and Knuckles exchanged a look. "Shouldn't you get going?"

"... and there's another good idea. Thank you, Tails."

"You're welcome." he replied dryly.

I didn't answer but ran out of the workshop to find a laptop. This was going to be an interesting night…

I texted Amy about two hours before I was going to swing by and pick her up, alerting her for the time limit.

Then, Tails and Knuckles teased me mercilessly while I bought advanced tickets online (I hate lines).

I also had to run to the bank to cash one of the checks that GUN sends me monthly. To be completely honest, I may cash one every three months. At the most. I give it to Vanilla so she can buy food. Tails uses most of my money because his hobby of inventing is expensive. My hobby of running was much less expensive. Maybe new shoes once or twice a year, but that's about it. I think we had to replace Tails' tool box three times in the past year (one exploded, another one melted, and the last one fell out of The Tornado during a Robotnik attack).

Of course that only took like five minutes, so that left me about an hour to kill.

Actually, that left me an hour to panic. I mean, come on. I had no idea what Amy expected from me. For one, the movie didn't even look that good, and we were technically famous celebrities/ national heroes. I really did not want to run into any paparazzi.

So five minutes before I had to leave, I donned my old red hoodie that I hadn't worn since winter and changed out of my signature red buckled shoes to plain white sneakers.

The good thing about living right next to Vanilla's is that I can get there in a minute without running. So Tails and Knuckles had time to chant, "Sonic has a girlfriend," one last time before I sped out the door.

When Amy answered the door, she was talking to Vanilla, "I'm so sorry, I didn't know!"

The rabbit's voice called back, "It's fine, dear. Go enjoy yourself! I'm sure I can find someone else to babysit."

The pink hedgehog said goodbye then shut the door behind, and turned to me. "Hey," she smiled.

I noted the slight change of clothes (red t-shirt and white pants with a white jacket on top. Her shoes hadn't changed and she still had her matching golden bracelets on) then asked, "What was that about?"

Amy blushed, "Apparently, when Vanilla said that her meeting was canceled, she meant the one next week, not this week. I tried to tell her I could reschedule with you, but she refused. So now she has to find another babysitter."

Oops.

With the both of us feeling guilty, we walked (yes, walked. Tails told me no running and I had reluctantly agreed) down to the bus stop making small talk.

Flash forward to the movie theater. We got a big bucket of popcorn, two sodas, and some pretty good seats, if I do say so myself. Best part of all: as long as I kept my hood on, hardly anyone noticed us (we had a few people staring, but hey, nothing's perfect.)

Twenty minutes of trailers later, the movie started.

Remember when I said the movie didn't look good? I was wrong.

It was horrible.

Some idiot had decided that it would be a good idea to take the concept of GUN and make a movie about it. The main character was an amnesiac secret agent who had a girlfriend that turned out to be a double agent working for the villain who was the main character's father. He was also a billionaire. The guy's best friend was one of those loyal but utterly useless people (who was a ginger, by the way), and refused to leave his friend behind under any circumstances. The guy later died and the main character blamed himself (how much you want to bet the best friend comes back in the sequel as a brainwashed villain and the hero tries to save him?). And of course we have the slow-mo. fight scene of the main character fighting his father and add in the fact that the girlfriend still loves the guy and dies protecting him (even though she 'killed' his best friend, I might add), we have one of the worst and most cliché movies of all time. It ends with his father telling him that he has a sister, who is his prisoner. Apparently, in the next movie, he's going to save her.

You know how I know half of that? I went home afterwards and looked it up. Amy and I only got to watch about half the movie. We got kicked out after throwing our whole thing of popcorn at the movie screen and shouting advice to the actors, then refusing to calm down.

No, I'm not kidding. Honestly, neither of us cared. We had been whispering snide comments and jokes to one another the whole time and hardly paying attention at all, except to gain more ammunition for our critiques.

"... and stay out!" shouted the irritated usher, pushing us roughly out the front doors. Amy and I stood in silence for a bit, exchanging looks. I snorted; she giggled. We both erupted into raucous laughter, tears streaming from our eyes, we were laughing so hard. Amy leaned her arm on my shoulder for balance and my heart skipped a beat.

It was about nine o'clock and the sun had set, basking the street in darkness. We had calmed down somewhat and were walking down the sidewalk, chatting up a storm. I directed her over to the ice cream parlor we had passed on our way to the theater, feeling on cloud nine when I saw her brightening expression.

We ordered, Amy getting a strawberry milkshake and me a hot fudge sundae. We kept talking about the movie while we were waiting for our ice cream, having to pause every two minutes just to laugh.

"Wait, wait-" Amy tittered. "Remember… remember when the guy said to his dad…'I forgive you for your crimes, father, because I know there's good in you somewhere'? I mean, who's writing this junk?"

"Yeah, we were doing them a favor with the popcorn thing; at least the audience was getting some real entertainment!" My cheeks were beginning to ache for how hard I was smiling.

In the corner of my eye I spotted the waiter walking towards us with a small platter of ice cream. I reached into my jacket pocket for my wallet so I could pay our check, but out of nowhere I felt a cold, sticky substance strike me in the forehead. It was my sundae.

"Omigosh, I am so sorry!" stuttered the waiter, sounding panicked. "I tripped and your ice cream… Omigosh, I'm so getting fired!"

Across the table, Amy's milkshake had landed neatly in front of her by some twisted turn of fate. I wiped most of the creamy liquid off my face and out of my eyes, looking myself over and realizing that there was hardly a speck of my front side that wasn't covered in either ice cream or fudge. Great.

I swabbed a finger full of ice cream off one of my quills and popped it in my mouth, savoring the sweet flavor.

"This…" I started, saying the first thing that came to mind. "... Is really good ice cream."

You are a fool, you are an idiot, and Amy will never go out with you again…

The waiter kind of stared at me with an expression I identified as a combination of disgust and utter confusion. He shook his head and weakly tried to force a smile. "Would you like me to go get you another sundae?" he said, his voice trembling slightly.

"That'd be great. Can you also bring, like, three things of napkins? Thanks."

The waiter scurried off, leaving me still dripping. I could tell Amy was trying to suppress a giggle; her hand was over her mouth and her eyes were twinkling.

"Go ahead, you can laugh," I mumbled, trying to have a good temperament about this. After all, laughing was good. That means she's enjoying herself, right? Wait, is she laughing at you or with you? Oh man... this is a disaster! She thinks you're a fool! This was such a mistake; I never should have li-

"You're so funny!"

Never mind!

I cracked a grin. "I am?"

"Are you kidding? My whole face hurts, I've laughed so much tonight!" she twittered. Chaos, I loved her laugh. It sounded like music.

"Really?"

"Uh, yeah! All these crazy things always happen to you, it's hilarious!"

"Heh, yeah. Someone up there probably just likes messing with me." The waiter arrived with the sundae and several rolls of paper towels. Amy and I multitasked between eating our ice cream and mopping up the remnant of my previous sundae. By the time we both finished I was still sticky and my hoodie had acquired an enormous white-and-brown stain, but I didn't feel like I had been marinated in creamy deliciousness anymore.

It was too late to catch a bus, but the streetcars were still out at this hour so we got a ride on one of those. While we were sitting down, I caught sight of another guy about my age boarding- but in a completely different way. He was wearing a dark red vest with a hood so his face was hidden, but the fur was definitely green.

To be honest, the only reason I noticed him was because of the way he rode the streetcar. It was literally pulling away and he just jumped up on the back of the car, hanging onto the railing outside the actual car part. I quietly pointed it out to Amy who raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.

The guy jumped off after about three blocks- literally, he jumped off and hit the ground running.

"Someone has a death wish," I mumbled under my breath.

Amy just nodded, "Wonder what he's up to…"

"Does it matter?"

"No, just wondering what kind of person would jump off a street car while it's still moving."

Amy rolled her eyes, but looked out the window behind us. "Well, apparently someone who's in a hurry to get to the deli."

We started talking about the movie again and quickly forgot about the shady Mobian.

Then as if the day couldn't get any weirder, on the street car came…

"Rouge? What are you doing out this late?" Amy asked as the familiar bat hopped on the car.

She was wearing a black and gold trench coat, which immediately alerted me that she was up to something, possibly not legal. But, like always, I pretended to not notice.

Rouge sat down across the aisle and crossed her arms, "I could ask you two the same thing."

"We just went to a movie and had some ice cream. Now, we're headed home." I shrugged. "Nothing special."

Rouge smiled, "Nothing about you two going out, alone, is 'special'?"

I could feel the bright red blush creeping up on my face. Amy had a similar expression on her face and had cast her eyes down to the ground.

The car screeched to a halt in front of our stop and the two of us hurriedly got off the bus. As the car pulled away, I realized we had never found out what Rouge was up to. I caught Amy's eye and just shook my head.

"If anyone asks: we didn't see her."

"Agreed."

It only took about five minutes to walk to our houses from here. We chatted on the way up to the front door and stopped on the doorstep.

'Okay Sonic, don't freak out.'

Amy shuffled slightly, "Well, I had a really nice time tonight, Sonic. Even if we got kicked out of the movie theater."

"Yeah, sorry about that."

"Are you kidding? I loved it!" She giggled, "If we had been recognized, the press would have had a field day. It was nice to be treated like an ordinary person."

I smiled. "Well… I enjoyed tonight too. Maybe we should do this again sometime."

Oh Chaos. I totally did it again. What is it with me and asking out Amy on accident? Honestly…

"That'd be fun." Amy peered inside. "I don't think Vanilla is back yet. Wonder who she got to babysit…"

"Well-" I opened my mouth to answer when the door suddenly swung open. Shadow appeared, looking a tad annoyed and a little exhausted.

No one spoke for a second, and then I timidly asked, "Uh… Shadow? How did you… uh… What are you doing here?"

He sighed, "Cream asked me-"

I held up my hand to stop him, "Say no more."

When Cream wanted something, it was nigh-impossible to say no to her. Amy and Vanilla were the only people who could do it properly without hurting the child's feelings. And Shadow would just never say no to her. Ever.

Amy thanked him and offered to take over. He agreed very willingly and ducked in to say goodbye to Cream (who had convinced him to let her stay up later than usual.)

While he did that, Amy and I said goodbye, then I headed home, with the promise to swing by soon.

The lights were off when I got home, so I assumed that Tails was asleep. As quietly as possible I tip-toed down the hall towards the stairs.

Then the lights came on.

I whirled around to find Tails and Knuckles sitting on the couch, Tails with this big grin on his face and Knuckles with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face.

Knuckles slowly spelled out the following sentence, "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"Um…" I glanced at the clock. "Like eleven-thirty? It's not that late, Knux."

"The movie went till nine. It took over two hours to eat ice cream?"

"It probably took longer than that, actually. We got kicked out halfway through the movie."

"What?"

"Long story."

"I have time."

"The movie was horrible, so we threw our entire bucket of popcorn at the screen."

"Sonic!"

"Whaaat?"

"You-you-" sputtered Knuckles, flabbergasted. "...You don't do that!"

"Hey, she did it too. It was fun."

Knuckles just stared at me with a look that read complete shock and anger. I had a feeling that he was debating if he should punch me in the face or just everywhere else. Thank Chaos that Tails intervened with many, many questions about the date or things could have gotten messy.

I answered them eagerly, trying to ignore the glare Knucklehead was giving me. Eventually, Knuckles seemed to get out of his 'stern parent' mood and joined in the conversation.

Around midnight, Tails gave out a large yawn and I decided it was time to be the responsible big brother for a change.

"Alright, bedtime!" I slung the fox over my shoulders and began to haul him up the stairs. Tails gave practically no resistance, barely even a mutter about how he didn't need me to carry him. Pretty sure he was asleep by the time I reached his room.

I gently placed him in his bed and pulled up the blankets. "Night, Miles. Sleep well." Tails didn't say anything, but mumbled something about sprocket wrenches and rolled over.

Knuckles was leaning in the doorway, watching. We left the fox sleeping and headed back downstairs. I offered Knuckles a place to sleep, but he politely declined.

"Been spending too much time of the island."

I smiled, "Well, girlfriends tend to take up your time." I put my hand on his shoulder. "Dude, you need to tell her. Just be yourself."

"You," Knuckles shook his head, "have changed a lot since our first meeting." He held his hand and I shook it.

"So have you."

He didn't answer, but nodded a farewell and left.

Then I yawned and decided to sleep. It had been a very long and very confusing day.

The next morning I was watching TV and the news popped up with one of those Breaking News stories.

"The state-of-the-art jewelry store, Stephanie's, appears to have been robbed late last night. The only thing taken was a priceless jewel, a Loose Unheated Blue Cushion Sapphire put on display only a week prior to the theft. No leads have been found yet, but authorities are currently investigating."

I texted Amy, 'We know nothing.'

The reply was simply, 'I'm going to talk to Rouge later. That girl is going to get in some serious trouble one of these days.'

Well… foreshadowing the next few chapters here. Nothing too dramatic, but hey. A Girl's gotta have fun.

Of course, it doesn't help that we have three plots starting up right now. Yep! We are officially getting past the relationship chapters! (Okay, so Sonic has quite a few and Sonia has about...one left. But hey, Manic's done! Almost. Or have you forgotten of what's to come, Era? Yes, I remember. But that is technically a plot, not background.)

Anyway, review what you thought about the interesting relations explored in this chapter and hope to see you around soon! Have a great day (or night… you know what, just have a great life! Life is good!) (LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL BECAUSE IT DIES!) (*face palm* No. Just...no.)