After fixing up the first chapter multiple times, I've finally gotten to making the next one. If people were confused about the changes happening, sorry about that. Anyways, I'll probably do the same thing for this chapter, but I promise you guys it will start to happen less than often. Again, many thanks to Teevz-Art for giving me permission to write this trash about their children. If you're interested in them and want to see who they really are, then I suggest looking through the Tumblr blog. (It's called Octo Bros. 10/10 gr8 name.) It's a somewhat old blog, but it won't take you very long to find something about the Octo Bros. If you're looking for just the background information about them, look into Deviantart and find certain pieces of artwork of their creator that actually explains their characters in the descriptions. (I suggest looking for the reference. You can guess what it's called.)
If some of you do decide to go Octopus-hunting for the two Octo-butts and see the actual headcanon of them, just remember this: I'm not that great at descriptive writing. I'm still struggling with myself as to how to describe all three of them in the story that keeps the headcanon about them in-tact. For example, I've already kind of stated that Tai's a total douche, but I feel like I've never really shown his actual douchey personality. ...Then again, I can probably show more of the band's characteristics in other chapters, but the main point is that I'm just really worried about the first impacts my writing has on people who read it. Specifically, what they generally think of Tai and his brother, Kou. It's important to me that I get all aspects of the brothers' character and design spot-on. Or at least something close to it.
Anyways, with that being said, here's a chapter for those that thought this wasn't going to be continued. You're welcome. Or not... it depends, really.
A long time before the present...
Today was a fine day...
...to go and play Turf Wars. The two squid idols had just finished up announcing the latest news and today's Turf War stages, and Callie really wanted her to tag along to play some matches together.
Marie wasn't the one to let down her cousin.
They got dressed in their hero gear in order to not make everyone playing with them freak out at the sight of the two of them playing Turf Wars. It was for both their's and other players safety. Plus, they looked cool in their agent uniforms.
All that training they got from their Grampa during their time as Agents 1 and 2 helped them win at Turf Wars, especially when they got paired together in the same team. With Callie's roller and her Charger, they were truly a fearsome force to be reckoned with.
Oh, and you couldn't forget the fact that they beat Octavio a few days ago. Along with agent 3, of course.
Yes, the Squid Sisters. A duo that would last through thick and thin, through time and trials, through whatever the world had to throw at them.
And it seemed like the world decided to throw a casual round of Turf War at them that day.
As always, Marie thought they were going to go through the motions. Win, win, and win again against any team that dared go against the two of them.
And go through the motions they did. Winning match after match, they went on a streak that was one of the top ones that week.
And then came their final round of Turf War that day.
Urchin Underpass. She and Callie were paired up together, so there was no way they could lose this last battle.
...So it came as a shock to everyone when the both of them lost said battle.
But not as much as the fact that they were beaten by 2 newcomers.
It was especially shocking to Callie and Marie since it was their first encounter with them at all.
They clearly underestimated the two fresh faces.
Didn't help that the two were Octolings.
The battle ended with more than half of the underpass covered with purple ink, her and Callie getting splatted more than a dozen of times, and an end to their winning streak that day.
Not to mention the dread that came after the loss. Callie and Marie realized that they weren't as invincible at the art of Turf Wars as they thought they were.
They still had the chance to get splatted by the enemy...
Who knows how many times that chance has ever appeared before.
...But it wasn't all bad though.
After the match, good games were exchanged and hands were shaking and some squids shook off the salt that dusted them after losing.
Shortly after that, one of the octopuses marched off into the sunset; the other got one of their tentacle signed by Callie before running off as well.
Callie and Marie went their separate ways a while later, but not before promising each other that they would not only win each match but improve themselves as well; in case any other Squids (Or Octopuses) decided to try their tentacles at beating them again.
...
But... Something still troubled Marie.
How did she let this happen? How did she let them both suffer defeat?
How wasn't she good enough?
They were never the easiest to go against, with their agent training and all. She and Callie always had each other's backs, no matter what situation they were in. They've been in deeper situations before; a Turf War was the least of their worries. Heck, they've splatted entire legions of Octarians, and Octolings weren't that hard to take down as well.
So what happened?
The octopus with the Splatling was easy prey, for sure. Callie handled him most of that match.
But, for some reason...
...the one with the Bucket always escaped her cross-hairs.
Today was a boring day.
Agent 4 had just defeated the third Great Octoweapon, which just so happened to be a familiar face. Not a friendly one to be honest, but a familiar face nonetheless. After the battle (Which was way harder than what Marie was expecting from the old Rubix cube), she congratulated the girl by giving her a week off from doing missions. She needed the rest anyways, with almost being flattened like a pancake and what-not somewhat recently.
That said, training Agent 4 and sending her out on missions was the only thing she could do down in the Canyon. Waiting for Gramps to come back from... wherever he went wasn't as fun as it sounds like. Then again, when has waiting for someone sounded fun?
Man, what to do...
...
Well... she could go over to the side of the shack and take a seat on one of the cushions.
Yeah, that sounded nice.
Marie turned around from facing the rock arch that gave way to the kettles. She was watching for any possible activity coming from them but considering that Agent 4 had already kicked the shrimp out of all the Octarian forces, there wasn't much going on from them.
The same could go for inside them. Because Agent 4 splatted them all and Octarian technology was yet to master the art of re-spawning personnel quickly, it would take a while for them to figure out that they swapped out the real Zapfish for a plushy with a car battery in it.
Marie always wondered why Gramps made those plushies in the first place. It wasn't like it was a waste of time, and frankly, she and Callie used to have an enjoyable time making those cute things whenever they had the chance. Sure, putting the questionably-obtained car batteries inside the plushies wasn't as fun as making the thing itself, but she guessed it was to serve the purpose of mimicking a real Zapfish. Agent 3 (who's unfortunately decided to watch Gramps and make sure he didn't do anything dangerous) used to carry one with him before entering a kettle during their days back at Octo Valley. And all the times he cleared a kettle, he would always switch out the plushy for the real thing.
The thing was that it wasn't necessary for him to do it. He just did.
Maybe Agent 3 had a thing for the enemy he was facing. Compassion, perhaps? Or maybe pity? He never admitted it, but it was crystal clear to everyone else that he held something in his heart to show some sort of kindness to the enemy. Sure, they were suffering a bit in terms of power supply and general accommodation for their whole species, but that didn't mean they had to steal our power.
Those dammed Octarians. Even now, they were salty as they were way back when to the time they lost the Great Turf War.
Marie let out a quiet sigh.
She guessed Agent 3 tried to help them with that.
A slap he had gotten from a certain kettle confirmed that he was... interacting, with the enemy for the most part.
It didn't help that it was one of the Octoling kettles; the first one, no doubt.
Maybe Agent 3 thought that the Octolings could influence the rest of the Octarians that there wasn't any use for fighting...
...Or maybe he thought they looked cute.
Marie realizes that could explain why there was one time that he came back from the same kettle with a sucker on his forehead and a red, blushing face that was the same color as an Octoling's hair.
Agent 4 had a weird taste in him...
And it wasn't that they didn't know, because the Octarians could clearly tell the difference between a real Zapfish from the fake one.
They looked dumb, but they weren't stupid. It didn't help that Gramps would always give the plushies a hat that resembled his.
But at the same time, they had a source of energy. So they paid no mind to the fake Zapfishes and went on with... whatever they did do in their kettles.
...Man, all this reminiscing of plushies is making Marie have the urge to hug one.
Maybe she'll make Agent 4 steal one from a kettle she's cleared...
Or, maybe she can get one from the shack back at Octo Valley instead of risking her only agent's safety. She's not that drastic or desperate.
Besides, Agent 4's out battling in Inkopolis Square; winning the new Turf Wars Marie's heard about, chatting with friends...
...sleeping from 9 to 5 on a lazy day...
Man, out of all the Inklings Marie's met before, Agent 4 had to be the laziest. What amazed Marie was how she found the energy to get her lazy tentacles out from her apartment and into the Canyon.
Hell, the fact that she agreed to the job of getting back the Great Zapfish amazed Marie after what she had seen of Agent 4's work ethic.
On paper, she sounded like the least-willing person to take up the job.
And yet, she beamed at the chance to help Marie with her octopus-related dilemma. Excited even. Something about "training her skills" to be better at those Turf Wars or something.
The irony of that was Agent 3's reason was the same exact thing.
Marie let out a quiet chuckle.
She knew her first choices were the best ones.
Speaking of choices, Marie let her mind wander once again to think about what Agent 4 could possibly be doing right now.
She almost didn't hear the quiet footsteps that were approaching from the right side of the shack.
...Wait.
Footsteps?
Marie's eyes widened in slight panic as she realized she wasn't alone in the area.
Said panic turned to bravery as she resolved to find out the source of the footsteps. Whoever was around the right side of the shack had a stern talking coming their way.
That is if they were an Inkling.
If they were an Octarian, on the other hand...
Well, let's not go into details.
The footsteps get closer and closer to the corner to the shack, and Marie resolves to let the intruder show themselves before she does anything drastic...
...Did they stop?
Marie was half-tempted to call out whoever was there, but she knew better. Giving away your position could either result in a panicking Inkling who got here by mistake, or an aggressive Octarian looking for something, or specifically, someone to splat.
Any moment now and she could be jumped and caught off guard. She had to keep quiet and focused on the main threat to her right now.
...
*growl*
What did Marie just hear?
A voice barely above a regular mutter said something that Marie didn't quite catch. Something about.. a sand witch?
What in the world is a sand witch? A witch made of sand? Sand from a witch? It doesn't add up to Marie and probably never will.
Wait.
The footsteps are getting closer.
...
...
...
Two pairs of eyes meet.
One pair held inside them a surprised yet firm expression to the other with golden eyes that had 2 cross-like shapes centered in both pupils.
The other held a startled glaze back at with a deep shade of magenta with an X on each that connected the sides of pupils.
One pair stared. The other stared back.
Both of their owners started to reach for something they could defend themselves with.
Fortunately for Marie, she always had a knack for a quick reaction time. Quick reflexes and even quicker thinking led Marie to grab her Umbrella and open it up just in time to block out the barrage of Teal ink that was flying her way.
Marie reasoned herself to make this splatting quick.
The Octoling shouted out a curse, and without thinking, shifted into his Octopus form. Marie could clearly see the ripples that it was making while swimming towards her. A classic rookie mistake.
Was this Octoling new to the army?
Expecting the old "Jump and Splash" maneuver was far-right impossible if one was to equip certain gear or moderate their approach in order to execute it when the enemy least expected it. Thankfully, she's got an umbrella that was huge enough to cover her entire front-side of her frame.
It was also ink-proof. A handy addition to the thing, considering she was always being pestered by Agent 4 with the weapons given to her by Sheldon.
The umbrella was actually a gift from an old Jellyfish friend of hers right before they left... who knew a clothing vendor had the perfect accessories to go with his outfits? But because the old jellyfish wanted to seek new business opportunities other than the clothing industry, she kept it a secret in case any fashionistas happened to spot her look and question how she got her accessories to match up really well with her traditional kimono.
The Octoling finally jumped when it got as close as it could possibly get to her.
Too bad it was also in the range of her Umbrella's reach.
After the salvo of Ink that was unsuccessful to hit anything besides the ground and her Umbrella, she pushed forward with a force that rivaled even an OctoStamp.
She always forgot that her umbrella was sturdier than it looked, considering it was made from wood and followed an old traditional design.
Ever-surprising Marie, the old prop Umbrella withstood the impact of hitting an Octoling square in the chest. It looked winded, as it staggered back a few steps and yelled out another curse.
Except that this time, Marie herd it perfectly.
"Goddammed Squid-bags!"
Marie never heard anyone use the phrase before.
No one... except a certain Octoling.
...What was he doing here?
...
Tai had just been whacked with an umbrella. An umbrella, out of all things. As if encountering her again didn't already made things worse. Was it too good to be true when he thought that the shack was abandoned?
Apparently so, since he's now facing one of his most hated rivals in a surprise battle. And he meant hated.
Full-out hated.
Thankfully, it was just the two of them. Tai looked at the situation he was in with an immense feeling. This was his first-time experience contact with the supposed "enemy" of his grandpa, and yet he's felt like he's done this before.
Deja-vu was a better word to describe his current feelings and thoughts.
Just the two of them. Nothing else, no-one else.
No distractions, no-holds-barred.
The perfect match.
...
Marie could not believe her own eyes. She had to battle him again, and she didn't even have anything to defend herself with!
Well, her umbrella was something, but she believed in a thing called a defense.
And to have a great defense, you needed to have a good offense.
Marie was pretty sure that whacking someone with an umbrella wasn't what people would call a good offensive move in a fight.
After all, since when do you see someone splat someone with umbrellas? It's not like those things couldn't hurt; Agent 4's can justify. But just when does an umbrella make for a good weapon in a fight? In any fight?
Maybe she could play her regular umbrella off as one of those special Splatbrellas. Yeah, that'll keep him on his toes.
Hopefully.
...
Did Marie move on from chargers?
Finally. He was hoping he could face Marie that didn't include a charger of some sorts.
Although, he didn't think that she would be somewhat picky. Splatbrellas were kind of similar to chargers in his opinion. So technically he wasn't facing anything new.
Well, besides the chance that Marie decides to send out the umbrella's shield flying towards him. Thankfully, he shifted into octopus form and hid in his ink in case Marie had any plans of splatting Octopus today.
And when she does...
Well, guess Tai wins yet another duel between them.
...
Marie's plan to mimic her umbrella as a Splatbrella had worked. Or at least, she thinks it did.
Truth be told, she's been waiting for Tai to pop out from hiding to splat him with a splat bomb she found in the shack. She probably hid it inside there in case situations like these ever happen.
Problem was, this splat bomb was filled with low-tide ink instead of regular ink. That means that it'll only stun him instead of splat him.
It wasn't like she didn't want to splat the octopus prick, but she didn't have anything else at the moment.
Ah, to heck with it. She'll knock him out with the low-tide ink and hopefully subdue him somehow.
...
Tai had this battle in the bag. And not just because he hid in his own ink from when he got hit with Marie's umbrella up until now, oh no.
He's finally spotted a weak point in Marie's guard. It appeared while he was in still hiding in his ink; her splatbrella was lowered just enough to expose her eyes.
With a full ink tank and score to settle, Tai started swimming as fast as he could through his ink, ready to splat Marie once and for all.
His whole entire life was leading up to this point. All he needed to do now was finish what she started.
...
Just as expected. The bait worked for him. It finally did, after all these years.
Guess he's so desperate to get this over with.
Just gotta wait for the right time...
...
Just gotta wait for the right time, and... *SPLASH*
He was out of the ink! Soaring gracefully through the air like any airborne Octopus would! And now, he was sailing straight into...
...
"Finally. Bull's eye." Marie whispered to herself as she knowingly hit her target right on the spot. The bright explosion of lime green ink confirmed her thoughts.
...
There was a loud, audible *BANG* that echoed throughout the Canyon. The soundwave shook a few feathers of some unfortunate birds that happened to be close by. Not knowing what happened, the curious animals flapped their wings and flew into the air to get a bird's eye view of whatever as going down in the valley today.
(Pun fully intended.)
As the birds descended from their little flight, they notice a green puddle surrounded by what looked to be a... darker green. Or was it another color?
What really caught their little birdie attentions was the figure surrounded by the green puddle. It looked hurt.
Was it dead?
The figure is approached by another figure that looked to be the source of the green puddle that surrounded the first one. It reached down to the green ink to touch it. Then it turned to inspect the figure in the puddle of the green substance.
The birds were quite confused as to what transpired there that led to... whatever that was. Birds never held an interest in current events around their surroundings that much anyways. But damm was it interesting.
As they watched the little scene unfold, the number of birds that looked on with wonder grew and grew into the point that there wasn't any more space for other birds to perch upon the little rock arch that overshadowed said scene.
...
Marie looked at Tai with an expression that didn't say anything about the moment she was in.
She had finally gotten him. After all this time, she got the one that escaped her. She always expected to take him down with one of her chargers...
Who knew it was this easy? Marie figured that if he could go down to a sub-weapon as simple as a splat bomb, she wondered if he was really that good back then.
It didn't make sense to Marie. The bomb went off right in front of him. The ink did what it should do, but the effect would usually only affect one's senses.
Why was Tai completely knocked out? Low-tide ink didn't usually do that to Inklings. Maybe it worked differently for other species?
Marie recalled that she only whacked him with her umbrella once. She didn't really toss the bomb towards him that hard either.
And yet he looked like he just went through multiple Inkstrikes.
Marie pondered how Tai was unconscious on the ground from what was the equivalent to a burst balloon when she remembered something. Agent 4 had recently told her that a new shipment of high-pressure ink bombs that Sheldon dropped off for the agent to use in some missions. She mentioned something about placing one of them on the table that was inside the little shack, just in case Marie needed something to defend herself with.
That was when she realized that what she threw at Tai wasn't hit with low-tide ink she thought hit him.
Ouch.
Marie quickly flipped Tai's body over to see that there were some deep cuts near his forehead and upper body area. His light-weight body armor helped to protect him from being fully splatted, but now it seems that it was hindering him; dents on the metal plates looked to be pushing into his body, causing more pain as to what he was experiencing. His legs and arms didn't seem that bad, but that didn't mean they didn't take any ink from the splat bomb either. Overlooking the damage done to Tai, Marie guessed the splat bomb worked.
The high-pressure ink did its job, all right.
It just didn't finish it.
Marie was beginning to feel hesitant to.
Splatting an Octarian didn't take a lot. A couple of well-placed ink shots could take out almost any Octarian species. A single bomb was usually enough to take out a group of them.
So why did Tai, out of all the octopi in the world, survive a point-blank splat bomb right in the face?
Figures. He always was a bit big-headed. And not in the smart-way either.
It didn't help that he wasn't wearing any goggles or shades.
...
Wait.
He wasn't wearing any shades.
No shades equaled no brain-washed Octoling.
No brain-washed Octoling meant that he was free from the control of Octavio.
Marie almost splatted him.
The Squidbeak Splatoon almost caused another loss of an innocent.
Oh no.
...
"ohnoohnoohnoohnoohno-" Marie screamed inside of her mind as it raced to think of any way to help alleviate the current situation from what it has become as of right now. How did she not notice he wasn't wearing any Hypno-shades? She stared straight at him, for squids' sake!
Marie suddenly recalled a little detail about the Squidbeak Splatoon that made her much more guilty of almost splatting Tai. The Squidbeak Splatoon didn't want to harm anyone that wasn't part of the fight, and that meant Octarians who were willing to cooperate and not fight anymore. Back during the Great Turf War, both opposing parties decided to not harm civilian targets, lest they turn violent against their military forces. That included Inklings in Octarian territories... and Octarians in Inkling territories.
The deal was proposed by none other than the Squidbeak Splatoon themselves. Who they made the deal to remains classified back in the sunken scrolls back in Gramps' shack in the Valley.
The same Valley where she almost splatted another innocent because of bad introductions. She could thank Agent 3 for that, but that in its entirety is another story...
"uuuuggghhhhh" The mass of tentacles that was Tai was all he could groan out after the splat bomb completely KO-d' him. He looked like he was experiencing the definition of being splatted without... well, being splatted.
...
...
...
Marie knew that she could easily help change that fact.
...
...
...
She didn't want to.
As much as he had a dislike for the Octoling, she couldn't bring herself to finish him off.
It didn't seem... proper.
And it wasn't because of the Squidbeak Splatoon's goal of no civilians being harmed at all during war time...
...but the idea of it didn't feel right in general.
Besides, she could use the outcome of this event as an opportunity towards her and Agent 4's mission of bringing back the Zapfish.
Tai wasn't known as Tai 'Talia' Octavio for nothing. (Marie smirked a bit at remembering Tai's secret middle name.) She could use him to locate missing Zapfish, what the remaining 2 Great Octoweapons were, etc. Plus, if Octavio tried any funny business against her and Agent 4, she could always hold another splat bomb in-front of Tai's face.
Marie's emotions changed as she slowly took into account what she could gain from this impromptu Turf War battle. In addition to not being alone all the time, Marie would finally gain an edge over the Octarian forces remaining in the Canyon. All she needed to do was make sure that a certain Octoling doesn't escape from her grasp. She wouldn't be that lonely anymore while Agent 4 was away for the time being, and if she says her words right, she might get some valuable information about how to exploit the enemy and get all the Zapfish in record time.
That, of course, wouldn't be a problem.
After she puts him in the snowglobe, he wouldn't be escaping her sight anytime soon.
Not anymore.
Another long time before the present...
"Hey."
There he was.
The Slosher.
The one that took her down 8 times during their last Turf War.
The one that proved to her that she wasn't perfect.
...What does he want?
"Hey."
"Marie, right?"
*UGHK*
Marie almost spat out her water, dropping her water bottle in the realization of what he asked.
The Octoling smirked, probably knowing who she was under the disguise.
Which meant...
"What's it to you?"
He gave a shit-eating grin before replying.
"Oh, nothing..."
What?
She couldn't believe him. First, he makes her and Callie lose a Turf War, which anyone could rarely accomplish. (Aside from Agent 3, but that's another story.) Then, he makes her lose her posture by almost blowing her cover. And now, he's acting like he doesn't care?
...
Man, what a prick.
"You're a real prick, aren't you?"
"So I've been told."
A real hothead too.
"You know, I've always wanted to beat you two in something. Now, I finally did. Who's the better duo now, huh?"
"Aren't you guys a trio?"
The Octoling looked confused for a moment before realizing that he forgot about the Octarian who was his and his brother's only drummer/friend.
"...T-that's not the point!"
Marie had a good chuckle at his little slip-up. She faintly wondered what else was under that barnacle-skin of his.
"Sure it isn't. Our duo having more cash, fans, and fame isn't the point either."
"Shut up!"
"You're not really good at this gloating stuff, aren't you?"
"I said shut u-!"
"Tai, shut up."
The Splatling walked up to "Tai" as he shut his mouth to deny any more insults into Marie's face.
"Marie, right?"
Uughhh. What's up with today and people looking through her disguise?
"Yes. And I've got to say, that's a really nice ass you've got there."
"I know. He cost me about a million dollars to own him and now I'm in debt."
Said ass was trying to figure out if he really meant him, or that his sibling's butt was actually defined as a male.
Tai reasoned that it was the latter.
"And we own him, so good luck trying to find a better ass than Kou's!"
Both Marie and Kou stared at Tai in disbelief for a moment, then proceeded to burst out laughing in tears.
"..."
Both Kou and Marie couldn't decide whether to laugh harder at the fact that Tai didn't realize the gravity of the situation he was in, or that he was really that oblivious to Kou's remark about him.
"What's so inkin' funny! HEY!"
Just then, Callie walked around the corner and saw the three of them making a scene. Two of which she recognized immediately.
"Hey Cuz'! I see you're hanging out with the winners last round."
At this point, Tai turns back to being cocky and decided to boast again, while Kou looks away shyly, a hint of red brushing his cheeks.
"Well, yeah! Who wouldn't give praise to the winners of an intense battle he had right now? It's not every day you see a couple of Octopuses beat the Squid out of two of the best players here in Inkopolis."
Callie brushes off the boastfulness of Tai and decides to give a bit of sass to lighten the mood.
"Hmm. Actually, I thought that Marie over here was just checking your head out to see if you got any injuries from the many times I splatted you with my roller."
It hits Tai like a tentacle slap.
"Oh, yeah... Didn't I splat you like 11 times that round? Guess I should have been more watchful of your teammates inking our turf. Oh well. Good job, by the way, you two. Had us running for our money that battle."
Kou replies with a sheepish "T-t-thanks..." while Tai is steaming like a Kettle from Octo Valley.
If it was broken.
He yells out in frustration and decides to stomp away from the group; his ego's had enough comebacks today.
Kou watches his brother walk away, and waits until he's out of ear-shot. Then, he quickly asks for Callie to sign one of his tentacles.
Callie happily agrees and adds something extra for him to find as a reward for beating them in a Turf War.
Callie and Marie watched as the two Octoling Brothers walk off; presumably their own living spaces.
With a look of longing, Marie watches Tai very closely; trying to make sense of his character.
She's never met someone like him before. She lets her mind wander around the slim chance that there was something underneath all that trash. Something that value could be worth the struggle. Was there even an underneath?
Maybe she could pry into him a bit more the next time they meet...
After all, she will be asking for a re-match.
...
But for now... she needs to get better at her aim.
Well, there you have it. Some birds experienced something that's going to change everything for everyone that's part of the on-going war against old enemies. And what better way to start that life-changing event than mashing two salty cephalopods in a little skirmish?
To those that expected another chapter around some time last month, guess what? I didn't die. Don't worry if there's not a new chapter in three weeks; I'm probably just that lazy or worried about the reactions to this story. Add the fact that I'm going completely solo and you get badly-written chapters posted who knows when. (I also have a life. That's a surprise.)
Anyways... yeah. Ch.3 is coming up and it'll finally make sense of Kou and Barney. But mostly Kou. Barney's just there to be there. As for I'll try to take heed of as many reviews I get, but don't expect me to be perfect and or fulfill them. That'll probably depend on what you guys say for your reviews. The love and support are appreciated deeply, so thanks for actually believing in me. Hope to write for you guys soon.