"SWING!"
Cardin followed Crue's instructions without any comment, and hit the ball of Dust with his mace, activating his Semblance at the same time. An explosion erupted from his mace and increased the power of his swing.
The ball went rocketing towards the approaching Mech, its size leaving it unable to dodge very the approaching sphere of doom. A huge explosion rocked the forest, causing birds to scatter. Smoke and Dust obscured the robot from vision.
"That seems a little too easy." Cardin frowned. His words rang true, as the iron beast soldiered onwards, picking up its pace as it barrelled down on the two hunters.
"Any ideas?" Crue asked the human. Cardin nodded, but grew a disgusted look as he raised both his hands in the air.
"We surrender!" He yelled. The mech skid to a halt, and appeared to look at Cardin in surprise. The same look was on Crue's face.
"Lay down your weapons." Came a voice from the mech's loudspeaker. Cardin did as instructed, glaring at Crue to do the same.
The Faunus did, but it seemed more like his hurl slipped out of his grasp in shock rather than actually complying. The robot hissed, and opened revealing a White Fang member with a gun trained on both of them.
"Why did you surrender?!" Crue finally found his voice, as the White Fang jumped down and approached the two.
"Are you kidding? If we went up against that thing we'd go down like a feather." Cardin responded. Crue looked at him in confusion, before a loud BANG caused him to jump.
The White Fang member slumped down, and from the brushes came Russel and Sunny, the barrel of her sniper rifle smoking. "Wait. What?" Crue asked.
"We have team attacks." Cardin answered, picking up his mace and spinning it. "Generally they're all something to do with birds. So we agreed that any kind of bird related metaphor meant to attack."
"I knew something was up when you surrendered." Russel nodded. "You'd never do that without some kind of plan. I'm just glad Sunny took the guy down in one." He checked the body, seeing that the man wasn't dead, simply unconscious. "Must've had his Aura up."
Russel turned to where the redhead had been standing, only to find her gone. "Uh…" He droned, before seeing her inspecting the robot. The girl smiled, placing a hand on it and closing her eyes. Lines of blue spread from her hand, eventually covering the entire robot.
"What is that?" Crue asked, pointing at the machine as it began to shift and change.
"Well, my Semblance lets me alter machines. It's a bit niche, but it comes in handy sometimes." Sunny answered. "I found out when I accidentally made an Atlas robot into a dog. I also may have made it sentient." She shrugged.
"So why are you changing this one?" Cardin stepped forward, inspecting the changing robot.
"Well, I wouldn't leave this here for the White Fang to take again. And it'd give us an edge in a fight." The machine stopped contorting, and losing its blue glow. "I just thought I'd make it look cooler."
Cooler was the definite word for it. The prototype, which had been given a red and white paint job by the White Fang, was now completely different in structure. Its cockpit was much nearer the top, and the majority of its mass had transferred to its arms and legs. It now had actual hands, and fingers. The external weapons could no longer be seen, presumably hidden beneath the white and red armour.
"Motherfucker." Crue cursed under his breath, seeing the giant robot now standing before him. "Wait a minute." His head snapped to Sunny, who was looking proudly at the robot.
"Red hair. Robots. Sniper rifle. Ridiculously big boobs. SHE'S FUCKING YOKO!" Crue almost started to foam at the mouth, were it not for Cardin's intervention.
"Hey." The leader said, lightly nudging Crue as he stared up at the robot. "Don't suppose you've got any songs about giant robots do you?"
Crue opened his mouth, before closing it and thinking. Then, a sly smile made its way onto his face. Cardin sighed.
"Of course you do."
…
"The Paladin is returning." Cheshire reported, entering the tent where Alice stood, watching the three hypnotised hunter change into White Fang outfits.
Alice nodded, glancing at Cheshire as she relayed the information. "Oh you look so dull." She complained, looking at the vacant expression of the Faunus. She pressed her thumb and middle finger together.
"Go back to nor-" Alice caught herself, chuckling. "Oh, that could have gone badly. Go back to Cheshire." She snapped her fingers, and Cheshire's tail shot up, before loosening and wrapping itself around her leg.
"Ooh, new pawns for our game." Cheshire's smile was back in place, reaching to each ear. "Verrrry nice." She placed a hand on Qrow's stubbly chin. "Is he your new King piece?"
"No!" Alice exclaimed, scowling. "I don't need a King piece. They do so little and risk so much. I am fine as my own Queen." She turned her nose upward, almost in disgust at the idea of having to share her power.
Before she could continue on her rant of how little she needed a king, a sound caught her attention. Cheshire apparently noticed it too, looking around confusedly. They both exited the tent, seeing many other White Fang members looking around in fear and confusion.
The sound grew louder, and Alice was instantly able to tell what it was.
It was music.
"~~Living here in Jersey, fighting villains from afar~~"
A steady thumping could be felt, growing closer and closer as many Faunus trained their guns on where they believed it to be coming from.
"~~You gotta find first gear, in your giant robot car~~"
[Chicks Dig Giant Robots – Deathwish IX]
A giant robot burst through the treeline, the music blaring from it and three people riding on the back of it. The White Fang instantly scattered, dodging the rampaging mech as the three hunters jumped from it.
Alice recognised two of them as the two that had escaped from her earlier, but the third had bright green hair in a Mohawk, and was currently unknown in the equation. There must have been a fourth unknown piloting the giant robot. "GET THEM!" Alice roared, throwing out her hand.
The White Fang that had ran instantly turned around, raising an assortment of weapons at the robot and its riders. The trio on the ground split up, whereas the robot continued barrelling through. Alice searched through the sudden crowd of fighters, trying to find one of the only Faunus fighting.
Crue's eyes met hers, and Alice felt herself freeze. The Faunus rushed towards her, while Cardin and Russel flanked him, batting away attempted attacks. "Russel! Crue! Batter up!" The mace wielder cried out, as he slowed down, allowing Russel and Crue to run side by side.
Russel jumped ahead and began to spin, as Crue brought his hurley over his shoulder. Crue swung, and connected with Russel, sending him flying forward, knocking down White Fang like they were bowling pins.
Alice got out of the way just in time, as Russel went flying past. She tried to move further, but found her feet stuck in one place. Looking down, she saw her feet covered in ice. "Hah." She turned to the sound of the voice, seeing Russel lying upside down against a tree, while pointing his dagger at her.
"Thought you were free?" He laughed, before lowering his head against the ground. Alice ground her teeth together, as she turned back, seeing Cardin and Crue growing ever closer. Her scowl deepened, as she reached around her back and took out her own weapon.
The sound of a deep growling caught the attention of both huntsman, who turned to where the sound came from. They saw Alice, pointing a rather large nozzle at them, which seemed to be glowing slightly.
Crue realised what was going to happen seconds before it did, and before Cardin as well. Using the little time he had, he pushed Cardin out of the way. The human felt a blast of heat wash over him, and turned around in fear.
A tunnel of fire had replaced where he had stood just moments ago, and he heard a roar of pain from within it. The fire dissipated and Cardin's eyes widened at what remained.
Half of Crue's shirt had been completely burned away, leaving darkened skin, and some strange gauntlet on his arm. Crue gripped the burned area with his unblemished hand, growling heavily. His Aura managed to keep his body intact, but there was still an immense amount of pain. "I am so, damn, tired of that arm being injured."
His eyes locked onto Alice, who, despite now being free from the ice thanks to her flamethrower, found herself stood still as a statue. Crue walked forward, his faintly smoking arm curled into a fist. The smoke that came off of him seemed to warp and twist in the air, shaping into what almost looked like…
"A w-wolf." Alice stuttered, staring at Crue's steely blue eyes. The eyes of a wolf cornering its prey. The White Fang around her seemed to share her fear, whether or not that was due to the hypnotising effects carrying over her dread, or whether it was their own, it was difficult to see.
"You wanted to get inside my head, Alice?" Crue said, as he neared the trembling therapist. Alice managed to take one step backwards, before her shoulders were gripped by Crue. The Faunus reared his head back and spoke, his eyes briefly flashing gold.
"WELL!? COME ON IN!" Crue's forehead connected with Alice's, and the world went black.
…
Alice opened her eyes, finding herself in a city. But not one that she recognised. It looked nothing like any architecture she'd ever seen on Remnant. "Ugh, back here again." Alice whirled around, recognising the voice and dreading what she would find.
What she found was about three times worse than she had originally anticipated. Three Crue's. Three wolves. But all of them different.
The three rose all as one, before noticing each other. One was wearing a completely green helmet and cloak, and another wore a pair of sunglasses. The one in the middle, who looked completely normal, sighed.
"I'm going to hope this isn't some weird schitzo thing." Crue clicked his fingers, and the other two disappeared. "Besides, I don't need any help for this." He cracked his knuckles together, and approached Alice.
Alice shook away her fears, finally in her element. "You sure about that? Minds are my specialty." She stood up straight, as a row of cards appeared behind her, spinning rapidly. "After all, this rabbit hole goes deeper than you imag-"
A rush of wind cut her off, and the cards floating behind her cut into shreds. Alice shrunk back in fear due to what appeared before her. A giant Beowulf, but brown and lacking the bone plates that signified it as a Grimm stood where Crue was moments ago.
"W-What are you?" Alice cried out, backpedalling as fast as she could. The creature before her let out a howl, and somehow Alice understood.
"I am the Wolf. And you are in my domain."
A long claw swiped at Alice, sending her flying back. The therapist cried out in pain, feeling hot liquid rush over her. She looked down at her stomach, seeing three red gashes running across it. In the mindscape she didn't have Aura, which was never a problem, as no one ever fought back.
Until now. She didn't know if she could die here. Or if it would mean dying in the real world. But she didn't want to find out. Blue eyes widened as she looked back up to the Wolf. It prowled forward, eyes locked on her. Alice tried to conjure anything that could protect her from this beast. But her hands remained empty.
The Wolf growled low, stalking forward slowly. It took it's time in approaching her, knowing there was nowhere for her to run. Alice knew that too. The Wolf crouched down, and pounced. Alice screamed in fear, throwing up her arms in defence, waiting for the worse to come.
"Wrath."
It was like time had stopped, and gravity had increased tenfold. Alice felt a chill rush throughout her body, and when she dared to peek through a gap in her arms, she saw that the Wolf felt the same. Its eyes were wide open, hair standing on end, searching the desolate street for the source of the voice.
"Hello again."
The Wolf's eyes changed from steel to gold after the voice spoke, causing the beast to growl in anger and paw at its head. Alice did not know what was going on. Was there another person here? Another hidden personality.
In the distance, behind a massive spike in the ground, the world grew darker, and something else grew larger. Every hair on Alice's body stood on end, as she backed away from the mass of darkness.
"I see we are not alone."
Alice froze, as the Wolf looked at her, and back to the darkness. Its muscles tensed, and it let out a deep growl.
"Let's fix that, shall we."
From the darkness, a spear of shadow shot from it, aiming right for Alice. The therapist could do nothing but look on in fear as what could possibly be her demise approached. There was a rush of wind, and the spear stopped inches from her face.
Upon closer inspection, it appeared to be some form of tentacle. The reason it stopped however, was struggling a few feet from her.
The Wolf had its jaws clamped down on the tentacle, the black limb twisting in its grip. The Wolf growled and bit down harder. A screech rocked the entire world, and the limb was cut from the body.
"Tsk. You will not allow me to dispel an intruder."
The Wolf spat out the remainder of the tentacle, as it writhed helplessly on the ground, before fading to nothingness. "Grimm." Alice realised. "There's a Grimm in his mind."
The Wolf turned back to Alice, and snarled at her. The message was clear.
"Leave." Alice was only too happy to fulfil the request, as she slowly faded out of existence, hoping to wake up in a world where things made a bit more sense.
Once she had gone, the Wolf turned back to the mass of black that was now equal in height to the Spire, and had grown a pale white face.
"You did not kill her."
The Wolf barked threateningly in response.
"You know who I am. Despite that we have never met."
The Wolf stalked forward, rising up on two legs as it grew in size.
"Surely that means you realise there is a connection between us."
The voice only caused the rage within the Wolf to grow. The closer it got to the Spire, the more its Wrath grew.
"Even now, our bond grows stronger."
The Wolf now matched the dark being in height, if not a bit larger. It was the beginning of a fight between Titans.
"I look forward to meeting you in person."
The Wolf's eyes widened, before it was thrust backwards. The Wolf hit the ground, and Crue opened his eyes.
…
Crue gasped, sitting upright immediately. His surroundings came into focus quickly, and what he saw made him almost forget what he just experienced.
Cardin was hugging Dove and Sky, apparently overjoyed that his teammates, his friends, were back with him. He saw several other people rubbing their heads cautiously, taking of masks and looking at them in confusion.
Barely any of the members in the 'White Fang' were actually Faunus. Many of them seemed to be human, and looked just as confused as everyone else. Crue looked before him, seeing Alice sprawled out on the ground, unconscious.
Either he headbutted her harder than he thought, or returning from the mindscape, or whatever that was, with a wound that big seriously drained her. His eyes darkened at the thought of what went on within his own mind.
He didn't know why Salem was there. He didn't know how she was there. All he knew was that somehow, it was the Author's fault. And he was going to kick him in the god damn balls for it.
"Crue!" The Faunus turned, seeing Russel rushing over to him. Behind him, Sunny was aiding many of the no longer hypnotised hunters. "I don't think anyone here was actually part of the White Fang."
Crue managed to stand up, grabbing onto Russel's outstretched hand. "Well," He looked out over the sea of maskless hunters. "Seeing as half of them aren't even Faunus, I'm inclined to agree."
Crue looked around for some kind of platform to stand on, if only to get the attention of everyone. Instead of a platform, his eyes fell on something else. "What happened while I was out?" He asked, moving towards his destination.
"Uh, after you knocked heads with psycho, everyone kinda froze." Russel explained, walking beside Crue. "We all stopped attacking, seeing as they weren't doing anything. Cardin started looking for the others, and found them a little before you came back."
"Then, it was like everyone woke up, or something." Russel looked around at the mass of hunters. There was about three dozen in White Fang gear, and all of them looked equally confused. "We found that combat medic by the way."
Crue raised an eyebrow in surprise. Russel took this as permission to continue the story. "From what she can remember, Alice kept calling her Che-" The student stopped, momentarily recalling Crue's hatred of puns.
"Uh, she was called something that you'd probably curse at." He amended. Crue nodded his head in agreement. "Qrow's talking to her now." He gestured off to the side. Crue's gaze followed, seeing the grizzled huntsman talking to a woman with deep black hair, and black tail with smudges of purple.
"So, everyone's fine." He sighed in relief. "Everyone except for me." He stopped just before the robot, stretching his arms. "I'm gonna climb this and get everyone's attention." He told Russel.
He nodded, before running off to get the rest of his team and Sunny. Crue climbed up on the mech, going through every anime or show he could think of with a giant robot as a central part of it.
"Gurren Laggen. MEGAS XLR. Voltron. Power Rangers. There's one with a bunch of Christian imagery that I can't think of. Transformers. Pacific Rim. Iron Giant." He had gotten to the top of the robot and looked out over the many wandering hunters.
He cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted. "YO!" Every head turned, and Crue's knees suddenly buckled with the amount of eyes on him. "Uh…" His mind went blank.
"Hey." He waved, cringing inwardly. A few people actually waved back awkwardly. "Right, uh. I'm Crue. Nice to meet'cha. So, if you haven't realised by now, you were kinda being hypnotised by someone." He called out, as the crowd started to surround the robot in order to hear him better.
"And, we managed to get you out of the hypnosis." He made a short gesture for CRDL and Qrow to come forward. The five did so, moving through the crowd to get to the front of the robot. "And then-"
Crue stopped talking, looking out into the crowd. "Sunny. C'mon." He nodded his head backwards. The redhead blushed slightly, before making her way through the crowd. "Anyway, the," He quickly counted on his fingers.
"Six of us. Wait. Forgot me. Seven. The seven of us got you back to normal. So, uh. Yeah." He nodded. "Please go back and live your lives or, something?" There was an instant mutter. Then, in the crowd, someone raised their hand.
"Uh, I'm not a teacher but, you?" Crue pointed to the hand, which lowered and a voice began to speak.
"This is probably a stupid question but, where are we?" It was a woman's voice.
"We're in a town about, uh, fourteen miles off Vale?" He answered, scratching his head. There were a few shouts of surprise, and through the clamour Crue could make out words like "Atlas!", "Vacuo!" and "Mistral!"
"Easy!" Qrow called out, suddenly beside Crue on top of the robot, the Faunus almost falling off in surprise, looking between where he was and where he appeared. "Look, we'll find a way to get you all back where you belong."
Crue let Qrow take over from that point, jumping down from the mech and landing with a soft thump on the ground. Qrow was telling everyone about how he would take them back to Vale, and from there on out Ozpin would help them get back to their homes.
Crue turned to CRDL and Sunny, the latter talking to Russel with a smile on her face. The Faunus noticed how Russel's eyes were locked solely on hers. He nodded confidently, happy that Russel was taking his threats seriously.
He turned to the rest of CRDL, and almost flinched when he saw an armoured arm enter his vision. The arm was attached to Cardin, who was looking at Crue intensely. Crue noticed the open hand pointed at him, and understood what he wanted.
Crue gripped Cardin's hand with his own, and shook it strongly. "Hope you're fine with us now."
"I'm fine with Faunus." Cardin nodded, but pointed his finger at Crue. "You, on the other hand, are an asshole."
Crue smirked. "Win some, lose some." He shrugged. The two released hands and nodded, before turning from each other. Crue wandered through the mass of hunters, who were now talking amongst themselves once Qrow had finished answering questions.
He greeted and tried to speak to many of them, before getting to his destination. Alice was still on the ground, no one had gone near her, not recognising her or being more focused on him giving the speech.
He grabbed her by the shoulders and placed her against a nearby tree. He searched one of the tents and found some rope. He moved back, tying her up against the tree. The only reason he let her out of his mind was so that he could have someone else to confirm what had happened.
He looked to the ground, seeing the discarded flamethrower. His left arm twitched painfully, causing him to grab it with his other arm. He wasn't exactly lying when he mentioned his slight pyromania. And seeing a flamethrower, in world where walking around one would hardly cause a stir.
He was definitely bringing it back to Beacon. Spoils of war and whatnot. Before that, however, he had an idea. "Qrow!" He called out over the crowd, trying to get the hunters attention. He was talking to the combat medic.
It was her that noticed him approaching, turning to talk and confusing Qrow. "So, you're the one who rescued us?" She asked, raising a purple eyebrow.
"It was a group effort." Crue responded, wondering why her eyebrows didn't match her hair.
"My name is Emilia Gray." She noticed where he was looking. "And if you say a word about my hair I will take you apart and put you back together again." She scowled.
Crue blinked. "At least you'd put me back again." Emilia huffed, but smiled slightly.
"My hair is purple. When I came to it was black. I don't know why, and I don't particularly want to know." She summarised, her tail swaying angrily.
Crue glanced to Qrow, who shrugged. "Uh, anyway the reason I came over was this." He put both his hands vertical to the ground. "I don't think the inn will be able to hold all of us."
The two black haired hunters looked around at the many people talking, and came to that same realisation. "Yeah, you've got a point." Qrow scratched the back of his head in annoyance.
"So, my solution is this." Crue continued, giving a small pause for dramatic effect. "Camp out."
The suggestion surprised the two hunters, but they could see no reason as to disprove the idea. "Could be fun." Emilia smiled. "I'm sure there's supplies here. Even if it was a fake hideout, there'd still be food."
"And with the amount of hunters here we wouldn't have to worry about Grimm." Qrow nodded in kind. Crue managed to smile widely.
"This'll be great." He rubbed his hands together eagerly. He enjoyed camping with Scouts back in his world, and with a group of more than thirty people, all of them with presumably some experience in the wild, it would be a great time.
"I wanna give the good news." Crue began to clamber up onto the robot, briefly thinking that they should give a name to it.
Instead of having to yell out again, the crowd noticed Crue climbing back onto the mech, and began to quiet down in order to hear him. When the Faunus reached the top and turned around, he noticed everyone watching him expectantly.
"Oh, you're paying attention already. Grand." He rubbed his hands together, thinking briefly. "Alright, so," He paused for a moment, going over his words.
"You're a bit off the nearest town, and there's only like, one inn there." He held up a single finger. "And I doubt it could hold the lot of us. So, instead of trekking through the forest only to have to sleep outside, how bout we do this."
"Campfire." He summarised it in one word, and apparently one word was all it took. Murmurs of agreement rose into a cacophony of cheers and laughter. "Grand! So, we need to do a little organising before that."
The crowd quieted down once again, as Crue gestured with his hands. "Ok, so I know all of yous have different weapons, but there's probably a few types that are similar." He raised his right hand over to the side.
"So, if anyone with an axe based or axe-like weapon could move over here," He waited, as a quarter of the group moved off to the side, before greeting the other axe users, "and if you could chop down some wood for a fire, that'd be great."
The group nodded, as they raised their axes, which varied from double-sided battle axes to tomahawks and chainsaws, and walked into the forest, the sound of chopping coming quite soon after.
"Ok, that's sorted." Crue nodded, clapping his hands together. "Now, anyone got something for digging?" A few people raised their hands and weapons. Pickaxes and shovels were held by many, but one person seemed to have the scoop off of a JCB as a weapon.
"Ok, we need to dig a pit for the fire, so, I'll leave the where up to you fellas." The few people gathered in the centre of the clearing, apparently discussing where to dig. Despite the similarity of their weapons, they were all distinctly different.
"Ok, ok. What else do we need?" Crue muttered to himself, before clicking his fingers. "Food." He looked back up to his audience. "Right, anyone who doesn't think their weapon could help out with camping, check the tents for food or anything useful."
A several people left the group in the direction of the many tents, Crue noticing swords, rifles, hammers, and maces. He briefly thought about getting Cardin to talk to that one, compare notes and such.
There was only six people left in the group, and Crue decided to get them closer. "You lot, come closer I don't wanna shout at only a few of you." He jumped down from the mech and approached the small group.
"Right, so, any particular skills?" He asked to the group. A female Faunus with several quills covering her body, evidently a porcupine Faunus, stepped forward.
"I'm a decent cook." She told him. "And you could use my quills to roast things over a fire." To prove her point, she aimed an arm at the ground. Several quills shot out, sticking out of the ground.
Crue nodded his head in approval. "Ok, your head chef." He smiled. "What's your name by the way?" He asked, looking at the weapon strapped to her back. It appeared to be some form of guitar.
"Ash. Ash Burgundy." She smiled widely. With that said and done, she walked over to the tents to see what food had been found. "I feel like I should be mad about that name. I don't know why." Crue thought to himself.
He turned to the others, one of them he recognised as the woman who asked the question earlier. "You were the one earlier, right?" He asked.
She nodded. "Yes. My name is Heather Shields. I guess I can tell stories very well?" She didn't seem very sure of her ability.
"Stories are important." Crue told her. "Once everything dies down you can tell them." She nodded in appreciation, and left the small group. She didn't appear to have a weapon, only a large heater shield.
Although, knowing how Remnant's weapons worked, it could probably turn into an arm cannon or something. He turned to the final four, noting that they all had equally white hair. "You aren't Schnee's by any chance, are you?"
The three boys and one girl looked unamused. "No." The tallest one said. "We're from one of the largest shipping companies in Remnant. The white hair is a coincidence."
Crue nodded, muttering something along the lines of "I'm sure." He shook his head. "What are your names then?"
The four stood straight, as though they had rehearsed this. The tallest stepped forward. "Aodh." The girl stepped forward. "Fionnula." And it was at that point Crue regretted his decision.
Two twins stepped forward, both of them smiling widely. "Fiachra." "And Conn."
Then, in concerning conjunction, they all spoke. "Children of the Lír shipping company."
Crue felt his annoyance grow. "And I'm Cú Chulainn." He sighed.
One of them murmured something along the lines of "I thought it was Crue."
"Anyway, any skills?" Crue asked, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow.
The four smiled. "~~We can acapella~~"
Crue smirked.
"This is gonna be fun."
What's this? Another update? Within the same month? Truly this is the end times.
But yeah like I said, I was back in the groove. And the Groove is good. A lot happened this chapter. Not a lot of good things. Sorry if the mech battle seemed a bit anti-climactic, but they were wanted alive. And the Paladin doesn't exactly have any way to grab them.
Speaking of. The Paladin now resembles a rather popular Mecha. If the music wasn't a hint enough already, its body has the same shape as MEGAS XLR. Albeit smaller. There isn't exactly a head. The cockpit is in the chest. I don't know if I made that clear so I figured I'd explain here.
But, for this new Mecha, we need a name. So, I've decided to leave that one up to you guys. Give a name you think suits it. There'll probably be a makeover next chapter, can't have a plain white robot. That's just boring.
I think that might be it. If I left something out, or if you're confused about something, ask me or leave a review. I'd be happy to respond. I love talking to you guys about this. Now, if that is everything, all I have left to say is
Until Next Time
-Friday