Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY. She is the child of the incredible genius, the late Monty Oum, who was a lot better than most people. May he never be forgotten.

Chapter 2

"You are either the most insane genius or the stupidest moron on this entire planet right now. I mean, you know that rule about inserters, right?"

'Ayup. But I think that fun and benefits take precedence on this occasion, no?' I slipped on a pair of red tinted glasses. Nice.

"I mean, seriously, the hell?! Damn, it seemed like a semi-good idea at first, but I don't know. It seems a lot more risky now that we're here, y'know?"

Now, without context, none of what we were saying actually makes a lick of sense. Sure, you can sense the delicacy (read: idiocy) of the situation, but it just needs a bit of context to understand the finer details of the situation. Or the fact that I was in a snazzy suit.

So. There I was...

[Initiate Flashback]

"What exactly are you doing?" Oh? It seems the grandmaster wizard has deemed it necessary to grace me with his presence. An honor, to be sure.

My no-doubt bloodshot red eyes peered back into Ozpin's own, the dark bags under mine clearly revealing the many sleepless nights I have had. "Oh screw off Oz, I'm just doing a bit of studying and research to familiarize myself with this wor- weird excuse of a school. As you can see, me no speak too good when I'm tired, distracted, and...and...some other third thing, but you get the idea." And there was the fact that I practically knew nothing about Remnant at all. Hence the school library.

It's funny really. I always thought that once someone left their world that they became some sort of bonafide badass that lost every negative quirk that they had. Me? I found myself once again enamored with every and any sort of book that I could get my hands on just for the sake of it. I guess I really am a bibliophile at heart.

Which is why I was here in the first place. As the saying goes, 'knowledge is power', so why not take advantage of the school's 'kindness' and figure out what makes this world go round?

The gray haired man picked up one of the books from the mess that I had in front of me, and proceeded to read the title. "Metalworking for the Simple Soul: Weapon, Armor, and Tool Edition?" If his raised brow was anything to go by, then it seems that my hunt for knowledge has not failed me. But we'll get to that later.

"Gimme that!" I exclaimed as I snatched the book out of his hands. "I thought that I lost this after the power nap I took! Now I can get back to this topic and not stress about having to pay for lost items!" Also a story for another time!

The older man gave me that endearing smile of his before interrogating me. I refuse to say that he was just 'asking questions' for the sole reason that I felt like a trapped rat in his presence, especially when it was him and I all alone.

"So how have you taken the new adjustments to school life?"

I averted my eyes as I thought back to what had proceeded the day I was forced into Beacon. "Well..."

[Flashback Within Flashback]

"Because you can't get too confusing with another flashback, right?"

'Shut up you,' I quipped to my inner voice. 'We're only getting a room at the moment, so why the hell are you talking about flashbacks?'

"Because I, like someone else you know, can break walls. So phhhbbtttt!"

'...Really? Seriously? Did you just blow a raspberry in my freaking mind? If I find out that that affected me in any way, I will make good on my promise to hurt you when I find you.'

"Pfft. I'm shaking." Click.

Damn it, he cut off the mental connection. Good thing too. It seems that we've reached our destination.

Ozpin must have seen my changing emotion on my face again, his own reflecting the curiosity and wariness that had been present the last time he saw me like that. In any case, I count that as a win.

The man cleared his throat before explaining where we were. "This is where you'll be staying at for the remainder of your time in Beacon," he said as the door opened in front of him. "You will find that it should have all the proper accommodations for your needs. However, you will have to provide yourself with your own personal effects and entertainment. We are also not liable for any injuries you manage to inflict on yourself."

His words fell on deaf ears, my eyes taking in the sight of my soon to be secret lair.

'I am so cashing in that divine favor as soon as Ozzy leaves,' I thought to myself. I faced said headmaster with a bow, poorly concealed gratitude adorning my face as I pondered all the possibilities for my new base. Spoiler alert, I was definitely going to waste it on something incredibly stupid.

[Flash in Flash End/Flashback Resume]

On that day I had received the best earliest Christmas/Birthday present that I would ever receive for the rest of my life.

"Honestly, I don't know how to feel about all of this," I said while scratching absently at my scalp. "I mean I haven't really been to the classes, just mostly staying in the room that you loaned to me." Bitch please, that room is mine now, but you don't need to know that. Nor what I do or did in there. "If anything, I just want to make the most of it and take advantage of your hospitality in order to further myself in all areas that I find myself to be lacking. Hence the book massacre that you see before me."

Unfortunately, that was the best way to describe the scene that lay before me. Tens, if not hundreds, of books lay across the line table that I was occupying, each and every one thoroughly scuffed, dog-eared, and unceremoniously scattered upon one another. Though most of it was history, I decided to pick up anything that I found practical for battle scenarios. Also a bit of fiction and fantasy. The manga selection was actually quite diverse.

"I...see. Well. It seems that you seem to be adjusting, not quite how I'd imagine it, but you are. As headmaster of Beacon, surely you must know how adamant I am in ensuring that my students are...moderately safe."

"Because of the fact that you have to willingly allow them to fight against soulless monsters that are hellbent on trying to destroy all of humanity? Or because they try to become vigilantes of justice when they let their skill sets inflate their egos?" I asked, absentmindedly ticking out the reasons on my fingers.

"...remind me again why I let you stay in my school again."

"Oh, that's because you think that I am an interesting individual that can provide you with some sort of cruel entertainment. That or you need every man you can get in your own private army. I mean look at all these Hunters and Huntresses gathered in one place! If that doesn't scream out private mercenary teen army, then I have lost faith in the intelligence of mankind." I wasn't kidding either. Then again the regular populace didn't seem to have a problem with this arrangement, so who was I to judge?

Ozpin stared at me for all of fifteen seconds before saying, "...just remember to put all of these books away when you're done. In the exact place you found them. Afterward you may go on that little excursion to Vale for the clothing and necessities that you are in need of."

The bastard had the gall to smile when he saw the look of horror that slowly crept onto my face. "A-all of them?" His grin increased in size as he nodded.

"B-but, but, but-"

"Thank you so much for understanding! It's hard to find people as selfless and kind as you, willing to take responsibility for their actions!" Ozpin yelled over his shoulder as he walked out of sight.

Trapped in the despair of my own making, it was impossible for me to stop my own knees from giving out from underneath me, as I wailed out in defeat and self loathing.

"NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooo..."

[Flashback End]

"Wait, but that still doesn't explain why you're in a snazzy suit though!"

"Yeahhh, about that...I decided that I'd rather tell the story through summarative exposition than through extensive flashback sequences; did you know that we were actually given a flashback limit? That's so stu-"

"Hey, focus! Give us a recap before Canon starts without us!" the disembodied voice cried out as I (we; me being proxy for him) spotted a group of similarly dressed thugs that sported the same clothing l was wearing.

"Um, alright fine. So I decided that the best thing to do was to look for Junior's night club place so that I could figure out the goings on in Vale. However, I couldn't find it because of my crap sense of direction and impatience, the former of which I didn't lose when I landed in Remnant. So instead I just wandered throughout the city while licking a cone of ice cream. I still don't remember where I got that from. I seriously need to pay better attention to these things." As my targets filed out of the alley and into the street I snuck right behind them, hoping to blend in by looking intimidating and occasionally sneering at random passerby.

I decided to finish the rest of the story by thought, considering I was within whispering distance of the 'bad guys'. 'After a couple days of walking around aimlessly was when I found my lucky break; I happened to chance upon a store that displayed Junior's thugs' uniforms as an on-sale item. I was really hoping that it was all a big gag though. I mean, who in their right mind sells henchmen uniform in a cosplay specialty shop?'

"Hey, we're here!"

I clenched my right hand, oddly wrapped in a black cloth, as I walked into the dust shop. Thankfully none of the flunkies noticed as I had joined their small group. Mission Objective One: Complete.

Then a hand gripped my shoulder, tight enough that I couldn't easily slip away. Shit.

"Hey." I turned to see one of my fellow henchies face me. "Stop standing around new guy. We're on the clock, so no screwing around," he said as I breathed out an inner sigh of relief. "Search the place for any potential hiding spots, got it? You can guard the entrance afterwards, in case someone gets ballsy enough to try to get the drop on us. You get all that?"

I curtly nodded. "Um. Search the premises for loot stashes, and guard our six upon completion of prior task."

He took a closer look at me as I felt the dam of sweat and nerves threatening to break free. "...sigh. Military life must be getting rough if you being here is anything to go by, kid."

Nodding again, I then proceeded to make my way toward the door, watching as one of the goonies headed in the direction of a telltale red hood. 'That guy's life is going to suck in 3...2...-

KRSSH!

I winced as a streak of black and red broke through the window and brushed past me. My eyes sparkled in awe as the collapsible sycther-rifle fully unfolded in front of me. I had to keep myself from squealing like an idiot fanboy. Unfortunately for me, the moment was ruined when a bunch of thugs in suits rushed past me to engage her.

"We gotta do something!" the voice yelled in fear.

I scoffed at this. 'She'll be fine.' A random thug flew past my head. 'Juuuuust fine.' I was mildly surprised by my lack of reaction from the gunfire, but meh. It was probably a good thing anyway.

I stood stock still as one Roman Torchwick casually walked out of the store behind me, jauntily swinging his cane.

One of his hired hands landed between us and he let out a sigh. "You were worth every cent. Truly, you were." His gaze then lands on me. "...well, I guess not everyone wants to get beat up by a little girl."

I shrugged, then motioned to a ladder on a nearby building. He waved me off, giving me permission to run ahead of him. As I ran off I grabbed a discarded rifle and made my way up the ladder.

"Dude, he totally knows that we're screwing with him! Whatever you do, don't do anything stupid!" A not-so-small explosion in the background motivated me to ascend even faster.

'What, and what I did earlier doesn't count?' I hefted myself onto the rooftop, only to be shadowed by Roman and Ruby. 'Geez, that wasn't quick at all!' I thought sarcastically.

"Hey!"

Before anything else could be said, everyone present, me included, jumped back in shock at the sound of gunfire. I had begun to fire erratically in Ruby's direction, purposefully missing but shooting closely enough so as to not cause suspicion. "Back I say! I have a gun and I'm not afraid to use it!"

Ruby stared worriedly at me while Roman face palmed himself, softly muttering 'idiot' when he thought I wasn't paying any attention. "Just get in the damn plane," he said as the plane conveniently made its entrance.

"Roger Boss!" I gave him a quick salute then stuck a tongue out at Ruby as I began my second ascension of the night. 'So what do you think happens now?'

"I really don't know, I really don't want to think about it. Let's be glad that we got this far and didn't get hurt. Hey, maybe we can contact Ozpin and relay information."

I mentally scoffed as I climbed aboard the Bullhead, another explosion going off behind me. 'As if we really needed more of those tonight,' I thought to myself before thinking back to the voice, 'but yeah, let's try to relay info to Oz. I don't think I'd trust anyone else with what we might potentially find.'

I didn't have time to think anything else as I was suddenly and forcefully thrown back against the interior of the Bullhead. I groaned as I could feel the dull throbbing pain of a concussion starting in my skull. I never noticed the pair of feminine legs approach the open hatch that I had just entered.

"Shit! Are you alright? Hold up, I can check that...okay, minimal head trauma and disorientation, manageable pain...phew! The dizziness should fade soon, but the pain will stick for an hour, two tops. You're lucky that you don't have any internal bleeding from that."

'Murglehurgruhbuh,' I mind-mumbled back, clutching my head from the still constant pain. Attempting to stand, I sidled up against the wall to push and steady myself on it. I could hear some snippets of conversation outside my vision.

"-one of us." "I know."

Eh? What was that supposed to mean? I winced as short, multiple shrieks made by the impact of metal on metal was made above me. I further grimaced as I realized that I could hear the battle between Glynda and Cinder in full detail. Shaking my head again, I finally cleared away the blurriness in my visio-

"Oh no."

I tried to comprehend what was going on, before someone positioned me in front of...the open hatch. I looked up to see Roman Torchwick himself, smirking knowingly at me, cane-'Melodic Cudgel,' I noted absentmindedly-pointed at my chest.

Oh. That 'oh no'.

"Nice try." he said as a targeting reticle snapped up.

Eyes widening in realization, my arms crossed in front of me to take the inevitable impact.

"No, don't-!"

As the Bullhead rose up above the clouds, Ruby Rose turned to face the Huntress. A real Huntress! She inwardly squealed as that thought was processed in her head. She took in a breath when-

BOOM!

Both females' eyes snapped up in the direction of the fleeing Bullhead, only to see a very curious and worrying sight.

"Is that a...?"

It was too far up to clearly identify whatever was falling. It appeared to be a streak of black descending from the heavens, tinges of red and orange the only vibrant colors marring the falling form. And it was trailing smoke.

As Glynda watched the descent of the UFO (unidentified falling object), Ruby was having some strangely conflicted thoughts. On one hand something very curious was happening right in front of her. On the other hand, ohmygodtheresareallivehuntressrightinfrontofmewhatdoIsaywahtdoIdo-

Ruby took a very prolonged mental gasp as she tried to sort her thoughts.

'Alright Ruby, focus! All I have to do is decide which is more important! Meteor. Huntress. Meteor. Huntress-' Anyone who knew the poor girl's thought process knew how one-sided her choice would be. Yes, her close-eyed thinking pose that she had just adopted was not fooling anyone.

Unknown to her, the now identified falling figure was streaking dangerously close to her location.

"Get down!"

Ruby was forced to drop as a large tremor coursed through the building, a short impact that lasted for only a moment. When she was sure that the world wasn't ending she snuck a peek, sighing in relief when the only noticeable change was a dense smoke trail.

"Whoa..."

Ruby and her idol, who had recovered much more quickly from the sudden shock, both peered over the edge of the rooftop. They were greeted with the sight of a now horribly mangled dumpster, thick puffs of smoke still emanating from within.

With a nod to each other they both proceeded to make their way back to street level. Once they had neared the dumpster in the alley, they began to hear very distinct male groans coming from within the destroyed container.

Surprise alighted in their eyes as they beheld the form of a young teen male, the very same person who was shooting his gun around like a possessed maniac. Said male had his eyes slightly open, an aspect that did not mix well with the blood running down his scalp and the glazed look he had.

He momentarily gained focus to see he had company, but dismissed them in order to voice his own concerns.

"My ass...wh-why is it always the ass...?"

Yes, better first impressions would probably not have been made that day.

The woman known as Cinder Fall gazed down below at the city, still looking in the direction in which the unknown person had 'fallen'. "I can't believe you did that. Fool!" She muttered mostly to herself.

Unsurprisingly, Roman Torchwick, who was now in the middle of piloting a flying metal death trap, snorted as he heard this. "What? You and me both know that that guy wasn't one of the ones that we 'asked' for," he said while miming quotations with his fingers. "If he came back with us, who knows what kind of trouble he would have gotten us in."

Both individuals in the Bullhead remained quiet for a short duration. Then, "...Roman. I'm going to ask you a few questions. Which you will answer honestly. And the final thing you tell me will answer why I wanted you to detain that man."

The criminal shrugged. "Fine, fine, ask away, oh dear conspirator."

Cinder stood beside him as he continued to pilot the ship. "Who came up with this pathetic excuse of a robbery?"

He sighed in resignation and rolled his eyes. "I did."

"And who did you ask for permission to commit said robbery?"

Roman scowled. "I went to you, as per our agreement." He never really liked that part of how they agreed to handle each other's business. What was she getting at, anyway?

Cinder then sat in the copilot's chair, crossing a leg over the other as she did so. "Mhmm. And did you tell any of your hired hands a single detail of your plan beforehand? Of what the job that they would do entailed?"

Roman was silent. "...no, I didn't." he said as his eyes narrowed. That lack of knowledge was also a part of the heist, so that didn't change anything.

"Very good, Roman! Now, for the last question...," she toggled the autopilot and pulled him in until they were face to face, "Why. Was. He. There?"

A lone green eye (the other being fringe-covered) glared back at the intimidating amber stare that met him. Roman's mind didn't have to work that hard to direct himself to the answer that his 'partner' had concluded. Even he thought that it was a no-brainer; he mentally smacked himself for not thinking of this sooner. Not that he was to blame, really. He was in the middle of a criminal operation after all.

"He...he knew, didn't he." he stated more than asked.

Cinder slow-clapped mockingly at this. "Give the man a prize! He can actually use a minute portion of his brain!" Her face made an immediate one-eighty. She supported one of her arms by the elbow, the other coming up so that she could rest her cheek on its proffered hand. The bored look she gave the pumpkin-haired man irritated him; it was the look that she reserved when she felt that she was interacting with a complete imbecile. "And I wanted to bring him back because...?"

"He knew something that he shouldn't have." Roman answered immediately.

"Exactly." The lone woman flipped her hair with the hand that her cheek was previously laying on. "And we know how absolutely thorough the both of us are when it comes to spy-proofing our bases of operations. And yet he had you pegged from the very beginning." Roman didn't miss the insinuating jab in that last comment. "And now that we know that he knows...

We'll be ready for him."

The moment I opened my eyes was the moment I knew that my plan was shot straight to hell. Though I had never been in one in my past life, the desolate, encroaching aura that came off of interrogation room pretty much annihilated any doubts I may have harbored. The fact that there was a one-way mirror, a single table in the middle of the room, and that I was cuffed down to one of the chairs (which had a cushion, strangely enough) was definitely not a dead giveaway. The hanging light was also a nice touch.

"Aaand I failed again. Why am I not surprised?" I said to myself as I shook my head in self-mockery.

"What did you fail at?" "SHIT!" SLAP!

If my hands were not bound I would have soothed the stinging pain on my left cheek. I settled for glaring at the offender before realizing who was next to me.

"Wait, Ru-rude, little brat that was on the roof and kicked my buddies?! Why are you in jail?" I let out an exaggerated gasp. "Did you finally realize the error of your ways and joined the Dark Side?" I asked with genuine curiosity.

She scoffed. "I would never do that!" she stated indignantly.

If I could, I would have wagged a finger at her. "Ah, but we have cookies," I said knowingly. I smirked as I was rewarded with a conflicted look on her face. "Best chocolate chip I ever tasted too!"

She then chose to kick my shin before turning away in a pout. Meanie. And here I thought we could have started an 'Evil Cookies Club' together.

"You pushed the wrong button there, pal. You how much she loves cookies."

'Oh hey, there you are. Question: Why aren't we dead? I mean, I can check off diving without a parachute off my bucket list (unsurprisingly the last item on the list), but I'm pretty sure that would have killed me. And you know what they say...'

I smiled as I heard a mental sigh. "People die when they are killed, I know, I know. Sigh...how did you con me into supporting that series anyway?"

'Pfft, by magic!'

"You mean magecraft?"

'You shut your mouth. I-'

Click

Oh...shit.

I averted my gaze downwards, well aware of the scene that I had found myself in. So instead of following what I had memorized by heart, I went with whatever popped up in my mind.

"I take full responsibility for my actions, ma'am. The rest of my company were under separate orders, but I assure you that we were the ones who provoked the conflict. I actually am quite impressed by how impressed this girl handled the situation swiftly to ensure that we had no time to initiate further hostile actions. If I was still serving, I'd have done something to commend this girl's actions. Speaking of which, did you happen to chance upon any of my coworkers? We were supposed to rendezvous somewhere, but I was never given the coordinates...oh! I don't know if you can tell, but I'm starting to ramble, really I'm just waiting for some-"

THWAP!

I shut up and faced away from a very irate Glynda Goodwitch, who seemed to be on the verge of committing bodily harm on me, eyes closed in deep frustration. The crop/wand thing didn't look that hospitable either.

"Hey! I don't need you defending me!" Ruby whispered to me, trying not to draw the attention of the angry Huntress.

"But you did good tonight, right?" Her faced gained a slight tinge of her namesake. "Look, we had opposing ideals, and you won out. I can handle losing, but it's not losing if both sides feel terrible about their actions. Lighten up; if anything, you did kick butt out there, which was sorta cool..." I said as I tried to avoid her adorably confused look. Curse Monty for making such a cute girl!

"Oooh, someone's got it baaaad!"

"You shut your mouth!" ...oops

Receiving the two questioning looks-well, a glare and a look-I felt extremely awkward as silence fell upon the room.

Click.

"I'm sorry I'm late, I would have been here sooner if..." Words seemed to fail the man as his eyes landed on me. And now Ozpin's here. Nothing can possibly top this!

...

...

...

...Sweet, no more surprises.

So. Here we were.

Two top class killers, one killer-in-training, and an idiot from another world. Not a shabby group, if I do say so myself.

"And what exactly where you two doing this fine night?" the Oz man asked me and Ruby. We both knew who he was, so we really didn't want to lie to him.

"I was defending myself and stopping a robbery." "I was trying to infiltrate a criminal organization in the hopes that I could send information and help take it down from the inside."

I turned my head side to side as I gauged everyone's reactions. Gotta say, I didn't really like the 'are you trying to kid us with that bullshit?' look that they were giving me. "What? I'm not lying, I swear! I really did try to integrate myself with known criminals in the hopes that I could be beneficial to my fellow humanoids! Why else would I be wearing such a kickass suit?"

"Maybe we should have left him in the dumpster..." the female professor said.

"Wait, you found him in a dumpster?" Ozpin asked.

'Hey, guys, how you holding up?' I inwardly asked, totally ignoring everyone else around me. This was gonna become a bad habit, I could feel it.

"Oh for-y'know what? Just call me The Voice from now on! If you're going to call me something, than I'd rather be the arrogant bastard with the deserving capitals in his name/title. Also, Gris-Gris seems to be alright too!" The black cloth on my right hand rustled around to prove its point.

'Sigh, tell me again how you were able to convince me to name him...well, that?'

"You like to party with corpses. 'Nuff said."

'...' Yeaah, I really couldn't argue with that. 'Damn, I knew I should have changed my name to Gris. I mean, Gray is such a typical name for this sort of world, am I right?'

The Voice was more contemplative on this. 'Yeaaah, you also don't really qualify for gray with all the morals you have. More of a, say, lightish gray. With spots of black. lots of spots.'

'Sigh, whatever. Well at any rate, how do you think tonight went? I mean, sure I got myself into more trouble than was worth it, but nothing changed for the worst, right?'

"The bad guys know you exist. And they know what your face looks like. I think it's safe to say that you are completely fu-"

"I'm sorry, but is that boy alright? He's been staring blankly ahead for quite some time now, and he seems to be completely detached from what's happening right in front of him." I blinked as I recognized that I was being acknowledged by one of the current occupants of the interrogation room.

"Don't worry about Gray, he's actually a very simple individual. A tad unusual in some cases, but never a liability."

"I'm right here, Ozzy." I said in a bored manner. "Oh hey, so is this the super levelheaded, no-nonsense Glynda Goodwitch that you're always mentioning when you talk about the staff? 'Cause I gotta say, she is a lot more intimidating than you made her out to be."

She glared at me before pointedly going back to Oz. "You know him?"

"Yeah, you guys know each other?" Ruby asked innocently.

Me and the other male in the room gave each other the same look before going, "Long story; Don't ask."

"So what happens to us?" I asked as I began to absentmindedly spin a pair of handcuffs around my finger. "I mean, I am definitely in trouble for pulling the crap that I did tonight. Red over there is probably in trouble too for playing vigilante." With a flick of the wrist the handcuffs I'd been spinning twirled in the air before snapping back in place on my outspread wrists. "I for one am going to miss that free room you gave me, Ozpin."

I couldn't help the sadistic smile that made its way on my face as I saw the headmaster avert the witch's piercing glare. To his credit, Ozpin only took a moment to clear his throat before addressing me.

"You've already had your decision made for you, or have you forgotten our previous agreement?"

"Tch!"

"I thought so. As for Ms. Rose...how would you like to become a student at my school?"

Everyone was startled as my head made contact with the metal table between us.

I sighed deeply as I tried to imprint my face into the cold steel. "I swear, someone really has it out for me."

"Yuuuu!"

"Oh, you shut your mouth."

Author's Notes

Gray: Yay, another chapte-

Omega: Where the hell have you been!

Gray: I jus-

Omega: Screw it! I'm still gonna kick your ass! (Sounds of senseless violence can be heard in the background)

45: ...huh. Well, for people who don't know us, we're Omega and 45, just some buddies that help out with Gray from time to time and vice versa.

Gray: Get outta my head!

Omega: Never!

45: Don't mind them, they do this from time to time. Actually we came to tell you why Gray hasn't been updating lately. He's got school coming, so he's had to prepare for that. Also, LOL decided to control his mind for a bit. The clincher? Holiday seasons people. Don't tell me you haven't seen those statistics?...he may have also been sick. Guy gets really bad when he's mourning.

Gray: And all the bull that everyone's been giving me has really demotivated! Seriously, why do I have to do the bitch work when there are five capable people that are responsible for the crap I clean up?!

45: Hopefully this upload will kick start the need to write again. Anyways, apologies to all, and thank you for being so sympathetic. Then again I haven't checked messages and reviews, so I could be wrong.

Omega: You're always wrong!

45: Screw you to, buddy! Welp! As always-

All: Enjoy the day!