A/N: Alright, Merry Christmas to all who celebrate, my gift is finally giving Bede what he's always deserved. Don't say I didn't do anything nice for y'all. Enjoy chapter 69 (nice)!

Less than two hours later, I found myself back in the dugouts just outside the pitch. Sitting next to me were Marnie and Victor, and the three of us were all staring at Hop as he paced back and forth next to the entryway to the pitch proper. His quarterfinals match with Bede was minutes away, and he looked like he was about to pass out. Leon stood behind us, arms folded and carrying a stern facial expression, deep in thought.

"Should I say something to him?" Victor asked, watching his friend's face get whiter and whiter with each passing second.

"No, he's focused. He'll be okay," Leon assured him.

"Even just a quick 'you got this?'" Victor asked.

"He'll be fine," Leon pressed. "He told me he just needed to get himself in the zone when I talked to him during Gloria's match."

Marnie and I looked over at each other quietly before I spoke up again. "Leon…"

"Is this about Hop or Eternatus?" He asked sharply.

"Er…"

Leon held his hand up, silencing me. "Look, let me assuage your fears a bit, okay? Take a look in those skyboxes up there, for me, will you?" He moved his hand far up and to the right. I trained my line of sight in that direction, seeing a long line of closed off boxes. Each one had the figures of two or three people inside, eagerly awaiting Hop and Bede's battle.

"What am I looking for?" I asked, squinting.

"I know it's hard to see, but trust me here, Rose is in one of those boxes. If there's one thing he desires more than anything, it's being responsible for a good show. He's personally invited me to sit in the box with him for each battle. The only reason I'm down here for this one is because my brother is one of the people battling. Rose isn't going to get up to any shenanigans as long as this tournament is happening."

"And what about Oleana?" I asked. "How do you know she's not pulling strings for him?"

"When are they not glued together at the hip?" Leon laughed. "Either way, you know his ego pretty well by now. Do you think he'd pull anything with Eternatus if he wasn't immediately there to take the credit or find someone to take the blame?"

"I…I guess…"

Leon sank back into his chair. "Look, Gloria, I know it's a bit of a tense situation, but trust me. We'll get it all sorted once this tournament is over. Rose hasn't even mentioned it to me the entire time we've all been here!"

"I still don't trust him," I huffed, crossing my arms.

Leon scrunched his face up, thinking of a response, but before he could, there was a welling of cheers and Hop's name was called out loud on the speaker. Leon and I both jerked our heads over to Hop, who with one deep breath, grabbed the first Pokéball off his belt and walked confidently onto the pitch.

"There he goes," Leon said.

"You sound confident," Marnie said, leaning forward so she could look over at him.

Leon chuckled. "That obvious, eh? I admit it, I never would have thought I'd see him get this far in his first year as a gym trainer. He almost didn't make it here to begin with."

"I never doubted him," I said haughtily.

"Sure, Gloria," he replied dryly. "But I really do have you to thank. He's always spoken the world of you, and there's no doubt in my mind that you're the reason he pulled through in the first place."

"Not your coaching?" I asked, sounding a bit more sarcastic than I felt.

"No, no," he said, laughing again. "I can battle with the best of them, but I don't think I'd ever consider myself a good teacher."

"I don't think I ever did any teaching," I countered. If anything, I just let him figure his own shit out and was there to cheer him on once he had."

"Sometimes, that's all you ever need," Marnie said quietly. I felt her fingers interlock with mine, and she leaned against me.

"COME ON, HOP!" Leon bellowed, dropping our conversation entirely as Hop and Bede finally met each other on the field. Hop extended his hand for a handshake, and Bede robotically grasped it, clearly going through the motions. The two quickly dropped each other's hands and stalked back to their positions at either end of the pitch.

The referee, a stocky man with unkempt blonde hair, took his spot at midfield and turned to Bede. He raised his first Pokéball. Then Hop raised his, and the battle begun.

Right away, Bede had sent out his Gothitelle, who stood close to Bede's end, glaring at Hop's first Pokémon – Corviknight. "He didn't start with Dubwool this time!" Marnie said, betraying a small amount of surprise.

"He told me he was going to win with Dubwool, so maybe he's saving him for last," I replied.

We looked back onto the field to see Corviknight fly high up into the air, out of range of any immediate attacks. Gothitelle didn't seem too pressed, in fact, she closed her eyes and started to radiate a small violet aura.

"What—" I began.

"Calm Mind," Leon said. "Bede is no doubt going to need the extra firepower to get through a Corviknight's defenses. There it goes!"

I looked back just in time to see Corviknight dive from the air, wings spread wide and looking particularly sharp in the mid-afternoon sun. A perfectly executed Brave Bird attack. Corviknight successfully slashed at Gothitelle, but it wasn't hard enough to knock it out. With a caw and a flap of its mighty wings, Corviknight turned around to face his opponent again.

As he did, Gothitelle unleashed her next attack, a small bolt of electricity shooting from her like a bullet. I lurched forward in my seat, but Corviknight managed to shake it off.

"Pretty pathetic Thunderbolt," Marnie sighed.

"Charge Beam," Leon corrected. "Bede is still bulking up before taking the offensive."

And it seemed like that was enough for Bede, because as Hop commanded another attack from Corviknight, Gothitelle finally made her strike. She let Corviknight get close to her with a Drill Peck and unleased a ball of ominous black energy – a shadow ball. Corviknight got the hit off but was caught in the shadows, enveloping him and causing him to crash to the ground.

"Oh, no," I whispered. Corviknight slowly got up, but now Gothitelle was fully on the offensive, shooting another three shadow balls at him. Corviknight pulled himself into the air, just narrowly dodging one, then two, but succumbing to the third. He crashed down to the ground and this time did not pull himself up.

"Come on, Hop, don't let it get to you!" I called out, though I feared he wouldn't be able to hear me anyway. He quickly recalled Corviknight and threw out his second ball, revealing Cramorant.

"That thing again?" Leon sputtered. "What is he thinking? That thing's an easy target for—"

Bede was clearly thinking the same thing, because he threw an arm up and Gothitelle readied another Charge Beam, but Hop was ready, flipping out a second Pokéball. The instant before the charge beam would have hit Cramorant, it disappeared in a beam of red light. For a second, we couldn't see anything else at all, and even Bede was looking around confused, until Hop yelled an attack and from seemingly out of nowhere, a blast of water shot out and splashed into Gothitelle again. She reeled back, then sent out a wave of Psychic energy in every direction. Hop was ready for this one as well, returning Pincurchin for the Pokémon we were all waiting for this whole time – Dubwool.

"What even was that?" Marnie asked.

"Pincurchin!" Victor shouted in surprise. "I forgot about that little one."

"Why's he keep switching like this?" Leon asked, befuddled. "He's not getting any real good hits in."

As if to answer his question, Bede roared for another move. Gothitelle closed her eyes, prepping another calm mind. Hop saw this moment and yelled for his partner. Dubwool charged, and before Bede had a chance to realize that Hop had not gone through with another change, Dubwool crashed into Gothitelle with a spectacular smack, knocking her to the ground before rolling away and getting ready for another attack. Fortunately, he didn't have to just yet, because Gothitelle did not get up. The stadium erupted into cheers as the ref confirmed it.

"Yeah!" I cried, hopping up from the bench. Marnie and Victor joined me with a whoop, and Leon leaned back in his spot, impressed and surprised.

I could see Bede's sneer from all the way on the other side of the pitch as he recalled Gothitelle. He then sent out his next Pokémon, Reuniclus. It was an ugly looking thing, like a giant green cell floating a foot above the ground.

Hop wasted no time in taking the offensive, and Dubwool barreled into Reuniclus with a second Body Slam attack. It seemed to hit hard, but as Wooloo rolled away, Reuniclus raised its arms and roared loud enough that we could hear it. As it did, a strange pink aura erupted out from underneath it, spreading in a large bubble that expanded fifty feet around the Pokémon before slowly fading in opacity.

"The hell is that?" I asked.

"Psychic type bullshit is what it is," Leon grumbled. "There's a bunch of things Pokémon like Reuniclus can do to change the very reality of a battle around it. I got a bad feeling about this one." Reuniclus turned to face Dubwool, who was standing just outside the area. Bede grinned maliciously, but Hop again wasted no time, yelling another order for Dubwool to attack. "Bad call," Leon groaned.

"Why is that?" I asked, but I felt Marnie's hand tighten on mine and I turned back to see for myself. Dubwool had now entered the strange aura and slowed down to nearly a crawl. Meanwhile, Reuniclus was able to move faster than I had even seen Sneasel or Cinderace run. It brought its long arms together, creating a second aura, this one orange in color, before shooting it directly at Dubwool, who was powerless to evade with its lowered speed.

"Focus Blast…!" Leon gasped. The attack smashed into Dubwool, who fell to the ground just outside the aura again.

"How was that move so fast?" I yelped.

"Trick Room, I knew it," Leon said. "It's managed to make itself the fastest thing on the pitch. Anything that can move faster than it normally…"

"That feels illegal," I said with a grimace.

"It's not," Victor said, sitting back down.

Dubwool staggered to its hooves, and though it looked ready to try again, Hop quickly recalled it, pulling a new Pokéball out instead. He threw out his Pokéball, and Snorlax appeared, right in the thick of the fog of the trick room.

"That's gotta be it!" I cried. "Snorlax is snow as all hell, he can get rid of this thing no problem!"

Hop yelled out for a Crunch attack, and Snorlax rushed towards Reuniclus, also moving with incredible speed in the fog. But Reuniclus was just a hair faster, firing off another Focus Blast directly into Snorlax's stomach.

"No!" Marnie and I both yelped, but Snorlax managed to power through it and land his attack, grabbing Reuniclus by its goopy arms and biting down on it. Reuniclus thrashed for a bit, managing to pull itself away from Snorlax. With another shout from Bede, it began to glow green. Snorlax faltered a bit but righted himself immediately. Hop called out for a Hammer Arm attack to finish off the Pokémon, but as the attack smashed into Reuniclus, the green glow dispersed and Reuniclus looked as strong as ever.

"How is it still standing?" I asked. "Can it just recover its health?"

"You don't spend a lot of time around Psychic Types, do you, Gloria?" Leon said with an empty laugh.

"I have Rapidash, you know," I shot back.

"Then you have no excuse," Marnie ribbed.

Hop roared for another Hammer Arm attack, and Snorlax, despite looking like he was too fatigued to move as quickly as he was, got another good whack in, but Reuniclus could handle a fighting type move, even from a Pokémon as strong as Snorlax. However, with a flourish of Reuniclus' arms, the fog of the Trick Room disappeared entirely.

"It wore off?" Marnie asked. "That quick?"

"That doesn't usually happen," Leon said. "Reuniclus must have dropped it on its own.

"But why?" Marnie asked. "Every one of Hop's Pokémon is faster than that thing normally?"

"Hammer Arm slows you down," I said quietly as the thought hit me. "Snorlax is a sitting Ducklett now. Hop, you gotta return Snorlax!"

But it was too late. Hop ordered another crunch attack, certain that this would end his Reuniclus woes entirely, but Snorlax was moving so slowly that even Reuniclus was able to get one last focus blast off before he could get close enough, and that one blast was all Reuniclus needed. When the dust settled, Snorlax was unconscious on the ground. Hop was now down 2-1, with Dubwool looking pretty worse for wear, too.

"Come on, Hop!" I yelled, with Leon, Victor, and Marnie cheering alongside me. Hop sent out Cramorant again, who blasted forward as quickly as it could with a Steel Wing attack, crashing straight into it with impressive force, though it was just not enough to knock.

"Doesn't he have a stronger move?" Leon asked.

"It looks like Cramorant didn't even give it his all, either," Victor added. "But why? He's just gonna—oh, there he goes."

Sure enough, as soon as Cramorant had crashed into it, Reuniclus brought its arms back into the air and the Trick Room returned. Cramorant slowed down as it flew away, but it looked like it had no intention of attacking.

"Why would he want that back?" Leon asked incredulously, as Bede ordered another Recover on Reuniclus, who started to glow green again, bringing back some of its own vitality. I looked back to Cramorant only to see that it had once again disappeared from the battlefield. Hop instead stood tall at his end of the pitch with two Pokéballs in his hand. I couldn't see his face, but I just knew he was beaming. He let out a shout, and a tiny black blob shot forward faster than a bullet, surrounding itself with rings of electricity. It crashed into Reuniclus with such force that the whole Pokémon shuddered. As it bounced back to a safe spot a few feet away, we could finally get a good look at Pincurchin.

"Zing Zap! I cannot believe I forgot about Pincurchin again!" Victor cried in excitement.

Leon sat, his jaw agape. "I can't believe he just…I've never seen that thing move so fast."

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but thank Arceus for Trick Room," I laughed, feeling myself.

Bede and Reuniclus were both so dumbfounded that they couldn't get their act together, allowing Hop to knock out the Pokémon with another Zing Zap, and that was enough to knock Reuniclus into the ground.

Our entire bench erupted with cheers at the incredible reversal Hop had pulled off, while I watched what seemed to be Bede having a near-aneurysm at his misfortune. But even that didn't set him back all that much. Instead, he threw out his next Pokémon – Rapidash. I narrowed my eyes. Bede didn't deserve a good Pokémon like Rapidash at his side.

Hop didn't seem too worried and ordered a Poison Jab. It landed on Rapidash, who barely managed to shake it off and return the super-effective attack with one of its own. It horn glowed bright white and it brought its head down, picking up bits of dirt and dust as it swept over the ground, before rushing at Pincurchin. "A Drill Run!" Leon gasped, just as it clipped into Pincurchin. The ref rushed close to see the full damage, but Pincurchin managed to zip around the ground again – it was still standing, but just barely. In its mania, it crashed into Rapidash with another Zing Zap, and this was enough to take the horse out for good. It crumpled, and Hop jumped in the air, notching two clutch knockouts with one Pokémon and taking the lead for the first time in the battle. The trick room aura faltered but stayed up. I grimaced. Pincurchin better make this next hit count, because the one thing keeping it afloat was quickly losing its effect.

Bede tossed out his fourth Pokémon, and in a flash of white light, a Sylveon appeared on the pitch. I had never seen one in person but had seen plenty of photos of them. It stood elegantly, in snow-white fur with patches of blue and pink, and prehensile ribbons fluttered through the air like butterflies. It let out a mellifluous cry and as its ribbons fluttered upwards, a giant white ball of energy began forming.

"Moonblast," Leon said simply. I squinted at the ball forming and sure enough, it seemed to look like a full moon was indeed forming over its head, but there was something choppy about the way it was forming. The fog of the trick room was now dissipating entirely, and the twisted speeds inside began to regulate. Hop ordered another Zing Zap attack, and Pincurchin shot forward for the last time, crashing into Sylveon with a blast of thunder. In response, Sylveon released the moon that had formed above its head, and as it collided with Pincurchin, the fog dissipated entirely. Hop called out for one more attack, but Sylveon picked it off easily now that it was moving at an appropriate speed, sending another shadow ball directly into the Pokémon and knocking it out. Hop quickly retaliated by bringing Cramorant back into the fray and slicing into Sylveon with a decisive steel wing, keeping his lead intact.

"What a way to play around that Trick Room," Victor said.

"Good he got rid of Sylveon with barely a fight," Leon muttered. "I've fought my fair share of Eeveelutions, and that one can be a downright pain sometimes."

"Looks like Bede had been banking on that," I snickered, pointing to him at the far end of the pitch. He was much too far away to make out any facial expressions, but his body language told us everything: Hop had him on the ropes now, in an entire reversal of their first two battles. Meanwhile, Hop looked more confident than ever, eagerly waiting for Bede to throw out his fifth Pokémon.

Bede did, and in an explosion of white light, a Gardevoir appeared in front of him. Leon laughed. "His entire team is weak to steel types, isn't it?" he asked us. "Might as well pack it in, this one."

"I wouldn't be so sure," Victor said. And as he did, Gardevoir emitted a blast of familiar white light.

"That Dazzling Gleam's a hell of a lot stronger than my Rapidash's," I muttered.

"What's that?" Victor gasped. The light faded, and Cramorant was already on the other side of Gardevoir, its wings glowing with a steely glint. Somehow, in all the light, it had still managed to meet its mark, slashing into the Gardevoir and leaving it gasping for breath only a few feet away.

"He's got this one in the bag!" I shouted.

"Impressive," Marnie agreed.

"But what's he doing now?" Leon asked. "He's not…Hop, what are you thinking? This isn't the time to get fancy!"

"What's going on?" I asked, turning back to watch the battle just in time to see Gardevoir throw out a wild shadow ball. The attack shot straight for Cramorant, but with a quick switch of Pokéballs, Cramorant was gone entirely, and in its place stood Dubwool.

"He's really gonna try it," Marnie said, her lips curling upward in a slight smile.

"Come on, Hop!" I bellowed, hopping out of my seat on the bench and rushing as close as I could to the pitch in a frenzy. Gardevoir readied another attack, but Dubwool was faster, bounding wildly forward and smashing directly into it before anything could happen. Gardevoir, already weakened from Cramorant's powerful attack, succumbed, and Bede was down to his last Pokémon, while Hop still had three on his side. I was screaming relentlessly as Dubwool continued to roll, faster, and faster, not bothering to stop. Hop barked orders to Dubwool, letting it build momentum and roll faster and faster while Bede howled in fury from across the pitch.

Then the pitch got quiet as Bede tapped his last Pokéball to his hand. Instantly, Dynamax energy swirled around him. I grimaced, the battle was still far from over, but Hop didn't notice at all. He gave one last shout to Dubwool, who rolled back around to him. While still rolling, he bounced once, going a whole six feet into the air as he passed Hop. Meanwhile, Hop pulled his Dynamax bracelet off and held it in his hand. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as Hop smacked his hand against Dubwool's fur, and then Dynamax energy swarmed around the two of them as well. As Bede threw out his newly enlarged Pokéball, Dubwool continued to roll faster and faster, getting more speed and size with every millisecond.

There was an explosion as Bede's final Pokémon revealed itself, and as I gazed upon it, I felt my stomach drop to the ground. Like a tall tower of lavender and periwinkle, it stood high enough that the tip of its hat could have scratched the steel light fixtures spread across the top of the stadium and dangling down like Ribbons were three spindly arms – except they didn't look like arms. It almost seemed like the actual Pokémon was inside the tower, standing atop of a pedestal and hiding its face behind a curtain of its own hair that had fallen to the ground, and it glared at Dubwool's rolling form with two pinpricks of harsh white light. As it spread its ribbons out in intimidation, it turned so we could look at it in its entirety, and suddenly, I remembered why seeing it in the locker room at the start of the tournament filled me with such a strange feeling. I had seen it before. In the Turffield mural, buried in the hills. In the nightmares of the Darkest Day, with the true champions of Galar. In the statues surrounding the mural on Stow-on-Side.

"Four champions! Glim, Armor, Galar, Soan," I muttered under my breath.

And then Dubwool bowled it over, sending it reeling, but not quite knocking it over.

"L-Leon, what is that Pokémon…" I said, stepping backwards.

"Ah! It's on the tip of my tongue," he said. "Dead rare though. I don't even know if I've ever battled one."

"Hatterene, I think it's called?" Victor asked. "Why, is there something up?"

Marnie grasped my shoulder. "Gloria, are you okay?"

I shook my head as Bede called out his next attack. "Y-yeah," I said shakily. "I was…well, you ever, er, have one of those sudden realizations?"

Marnie raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?" she asked.

"Nothing, I'll, er, I'll explain later," I said, as Hatterene made its attack. Like most other Fairy type Pokémon, it summoned three massive stars from the sky that fell around Dubwool, creating a triangle perimeter around him. He was still rolling, so it seemed like the attack missed him entirely, but then a burning white light exploded from each of them, shooting high into the heavens above and eclipsing him entirely in a flash of brilliant white light, brighter than any Dazzling Gleam or Moonblast I had ever seen before.

The light slowly fizzled away, as Leon and Victor both whistled at the sheer power of the attack.

"That must be G-Max Smite. Hah, I respect Hop for trying to win with Dubwool," Leon began, "but honestly, I don't know how any Pokémon could have—"

"No fucking way," Victor shouted, suddenly giddy with excitement.

"Vic, did you just say—holy shit—" I said, turning back and seeing it with my own eyes. Somehow, beyond all belief, Dubwool had toughed out the hit and was still rolling around with breakneck speed. Hop himself looked a little surprised, but nowhere near as surprised as Bede, who had dropped to his knees entirely. The entire stadium was dead silent in shock as Dubwool rolled around, bleating in a deepened Dynamax-induced voice, and as it made one last pass behind his trainer, Dubwool slowed down and stopped bleating just enough to hear one more order. In the silence, we could all hear it.

"Dubwool!" Hop yelled; his voice tiny as he stood between two behemoths. "Max Strike!"

Dubwool rushed Hatterene, throwing its entire self at it, and the second their bodies touched, there was a massive explosion of Dynamax Energy, nearly as bright as the G-Max Smite before it, and when the dust settled, Hatterene was unconscious on the ground and Dubwool, looking like a stiff breeze could knock him out as well, stood panting, disoriented from the exertion.

"Hatterene is unable to battle! Trainer Hop wins!" The ref yelled, as the chaos of celebration overtook the stadium. Victor and I bellowed our cheers, and even Marnie jumped down with excitement. Leon stayed in his spot on the bench, shaking his head with disbelief but eyes welling with tears of pride as Hop bolted onto the pitch to celebrate with his partner. I eventually couldn't take it anymore, and I stormed the pitch myself, with Victor close behind me. Hop was on his way back to the edge of the pitch and had almost made it halfway by the time we tackled him to the ground.

"Hop, that was bloody brilliant!" Victor yelled. "What a finish!"

Hop laughed weakly. "Thanks, but that wasn't me, that was Dubwool all the way."

"Yeah, well, who trained him?" I ribbed, squeezing him tightly. "That's the best I've ever seen you or your Pokémon!"

"Alright, alright, I did good, I understand!" Hop wheezed, struggling to breathe from the pressure of the twin hug. "Get—mates, get off me!"

We finally let him go and saw that he was grinning ear to ear, and much like Leon, his eyes were welling with tears, though not enough that he began to cry.

"How's it feel to beat that knickerstain?" Marnie said, walking up to us with Leon as we escorted him off the pitch."

"Pretty…pretty damn good," Hop said weakly. "Oh! I never even shook his hand after—" and he turned to look for Bede on the other end of the pitch, but he was long gone. "Ah well," he said with a shrug. "Wanker didn't want the handshake the first time, doubt he'd want it the second."

"Actually, speaking of Bede…" I said quietly.

"Yeah, tough team, right?" he sighed.

"Especially that last one."

"Yeah, bloody hell, dunno where that thing even came from. Really thought he did Dubwool in with that attack."

"Didn't it look…familiar to you?" I asked.

Hop squinted at me.

"Like…Zacian and Zamazenta familiar?" I pressed.

Hop blinked and then sighed. "Oh, for the love of…the old champions. Blimey, no wonder it was so strong. Hell yeah, Dubwool took down a literal legend, you love to see it."

I frowned. "That's not…quite the direction I was going with that, but sure."

Hop's face hardened just a bit as he studied my face. "Hey," he said quietly, pulling me aside. "If this is Eternatus related, can it wait? I just want to bask in this victory for a bit first, okay? We can talk later?"

I smiled. "Sure. You've definitely earned it." And I clapped him on the shoulder. The lot of us walked off the stadium turf only to be swarmed by reporters, as was to be expected. As we fielded questions, ignoring the Copperajah in the room that was our impending semifinal match, I looked back out onto the turf, back up to the boxes that Leon pointed out before the match started. Right in the center, I could just barely see two figures. One looked like a man in a gray suit and the other looked like a woman with long golden hair. Perhaps Leon was right. Perhaps this could all wait just a little longer.

A gurgle in my stomach told me not to get too complacent.

A/N: Confession #1: I am Bede here. I love Trick Room teams. I'm that asshole

Confession #2: Something about Bede's character always rubbed me the wrong way, and it wasn't until I was actually writing this fic that I realized it: Bede is a terrible rival for the player character. Sword and Shield already gives you two other rival NPCs in Hop and Marnie, and Bede's just there to be a jerk and then disappear once he's lost his plot relevance. Trying to figure out how he'd fit into a revamped story was one of the big problems for me, until I figured it out: he makes for a much better rival for Hop than the player character. He's the whole reason Hop goes through his arc, so it never feels as satisfying in-game when you beat him, because he's just a little shit that you beat in a series of one-shots. And Hop never gets a chance to prove himself by kicking the little asshole to the curb at any point during the course of the game. So now we get a chance for Hop to fully come into his own as a trainer, with Dubwool getting the last KO as a sweet treat to boot. Hope any of that made sense; I might have had a couple too many festive drinks as I'm typing this author's note. I'm of age, cut me some slack, I'm probably older than most of you anyway, drink responsibly kids, yada yada yada, see you next week!

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