The rollercoaster is, at present, perched at the very top of that first huge drop; dangling right over the edge of a vertical stretch of track that is going to send you – whether you like it or not – plummeting screaming into a seemingly-endless abyss. You're strapped in, and there's no way you're getting off now.

There is no turning back.

Mwa ha ha.

Call this chapter the cataclysm. Because this… THIS, my friends, is where it all truly begins.

I trust that you will not be disappointed.

Angry, perhaps, at the cliff-hanger. But not disappointed. I hope not, anyway.

This chapter comes once again with "Interactive Features" (isn't this all so much fun?). Not ONLY have I put up some more drawings on DeviantART (link in my profile) – and FYI, two of the drawings are from none other than the AWOL, infamous Robin Goes to Hollywood; my two favourite chapter title pages. I will be putting up more from Black Magic, Remember the Titans and even Asylum at a later date, but for now you can actually see the evidence of the existence of a fic that I cannot, since my computer lost the files, prove ever existed. Please check them out if you get time – you don't have to leave a comment or anything, but I would like to prove that I DID spend six months of my sad little life on RGTH… Other drawings that Narroch06 and myself have on offer on our account include Small Print art, random Teen Titans drawings with such titles as Sleepy Star and Mini Demon-Vampire Robin (I wonder what that could be…), some beautiful drawings/paintings of dragons by Narroch06 and a debatable drawing of Dee Laytner from the manga FAKE by me, which has an entire tale of woe to go with it…

But I digress.

Because not ONLY are there drawings, but… yes, there is ANOTHER music video/trailer! Again for Black Magic, and again by the wonderfully talented Coolteenzz, there is a brand new link right at the top of my profile so you can check it out. While you're there on Coolteenzz's account, you can also catch her original Black Magic video to Nightwish's Ghost Love Score, the Small Print video to Linkin Park's Crawling, and the Child of the Hunt video, to Nightwish's Moondance (FYI, Child of the Hunt is a tiny one-shot I wrote about Robin getting his revenge on Boss Zucco, and can be found on my profile. It's only 521 words long. I know, I know… shameless plug… The MV is great, though!). And also on the MV front, if you didn't stop by to see Flying Fish's Black Magic Trailer last time, you can also find the link to that on my profile, along with the link to the very first Small Print video by Citrus02honey, to Evanescence's Going Under.

I know, and I expect you to review as well. What a slave-driver I am…

Big thankyou to all reviewers, including: Luneko, Flying02Fish, Guardian of Azarath, The GmR, Raven of the Night676, Quinn and His Quill, White KIWI, Poison's Ivy, YamiTai, Crazy Insomniac, KamiElf, Coolteenzz, Kougraness, Simmie, Meq, and other regulars who I'm quite positive are around here somewhere, including Narroch06, Rocky-White Wolf of Curses, Peace215, Azar the Kinslayer, Daybreak25, Thrillzone, Seductive Angel, Raven Victoria Grayson, Heathen Requiem…

Well, you know who you are.

This chapter might get you all reviewing…

Dedicated to Coolteenzz and Flying02Fish as a thankyou for the beautiful videos you have made for me! I love them all!

The Fall of the Titans

Robin side-grounded his R-cycle and removed his helmet, shaking his head and smoothing his black hair as he tossed it to one side. He paused for a second or two, still straddling the wide leather seat of his bike even though the ignition was now off, watching as the T-car scraped to a halt a few feet away from him. The roar of the V8 engine died and the doors swung open; Cyborg, Beast Boy and Raven stepped out of the impressive car and came to join him as he slid off his motorcycle. Seconds later Starfire landed next to them, completing the team; the alien girl had flown there.

They all looked expectantly at Robin, waiting for him to give the order; tight-lipped, he merely nodded to Cyborg. It was the same every time they were called out – they all forgot every time the Titan Alert went off that he was no longer team leader.

Cyborg was.

Cyborg was a good leader; efficient, quick to organise and level-headed. He perhaps was not as natural a leader as the more bossy, determined Dick Grayson, and his skill exceeded in the area of machinery and electronics, not plans and detective work. But nevertheless, he got the job done, and though there was the odd time when Robin watched him giving out the orders and felt a strange pang of loss, the Boy Wonder liked to watch his friend in his place and did not resent him. The others all respected him as such too, but still forgot every single time that they were supposed to look to him instead of Robin.

"Right, everyone here?" Cyborg asked, looking around at them all. "Great. Okay, so…"

He trailed off as he and the other four Titans turned to look up at the huge warehouse towering above them. They had parked up at the back after responding to the Titan Alert echoing throughout the entire Tower and through their communicators, getting here as fast as possible by their quickest individual means – Robin on his R-cycle, Starfire by flight and Cyborg and Beast Boy – who could not fly as fast as Starfire – in the T-car, accompanied by Raven, who, Robin suspected, was in no fit condition to fly herself. He would have offered her a lift on the back of his bike, but she was, as was becoming a usual practice recently, ignoring him except for the occasional murderous glance in his direction.

The Teen Titans wouldn't have made such a fuss but for the tiny "S" showing up on the mainframe map.

Slade.

And despite Cyborg's protests, the half-robot had been unable to force Robin to stay behind this time, the Boy Wonder having already revved his bike and been out of the garage by the time Cyborg had chased him down there.

And so the Teen Titans had come, they had seen… and now they had to conquer.

"Well, I guess we should check it out," Cyborg said decisively. The others nodded in agreement, Robin pulling his staff from his belt as he did so and allowing it to extend to its full length beneath his gloved fingers.

"Titans, GO!" Cyborg commanded; Starfire took to the air immediately, her eyes glowing green, closely followed by Beast Boy in the form of a hawk. Raven seemed to have a little difficultly in following them – maybe because of her swollen stomach, or maybe because of the emotional turmoil raging within her mind – but she managed to get airborne eventually and went off after Starfire and Beast Boy; as her cloak flapped slightly in the breeze Robin caught a glimpse of a blue T-shirt and jeans in place of her leotard and smiled. At least she hadn't refused to put them on – he wouldn't like to have thought she was uncomfortable just because he had upset her.

"You know, I still kind of wish you were still leader," Cyborg said from behind Robin, placing a large metal hand on his friend's shoulder. "But I do like yelling that."

Robin grinned.

"Yeah, it's a great benefit," he agreed. "Come on, Cy, we better follow them."

Cyborg nodded in assent and together they made their way over to the corrugated metal wall of the huge warehouse. Cyborg led up his left arm and the metal plates slide back to reveal not, as Robin had expected, his proton cannon, but a high-power buzzsaw. He pushed Robin backwards, telling him to shield his eyes; the Boy Wonder obliged, pulling his cape up over his face the way Batman often did as Cyborg got to work cutting his own makeshift doorway in the thin sheet-metal wall.

"Ok, we're done," Cyborg said brightly less than a minute later, the incessant high-pitched buzzing noise dying. Robin ventured out from behind his cape just in time to see Cyborg – now with two arms again – kicking in the sheet of metal he had cut away as though it was tin foil.

"Nice work, Cy," Robin complimented him brightly, following the half-robot through into the dark warehouse beyond. Inside it was almost pitch dark, the only light coming from the "doorway" Cyborg had cut into the back wall and the green light issuing from Starfire; she, Raven and Beast Boy had entered through the windows near the top of the tall empty building.

"Yo, are there any lights in here?" Cyborg asked loudly, flipping up a torch from his left shoulder plate and shining it around; similarly Robin took his penlight from his utility belt and flicked it on.

"I can try to…" Raven's voice trailed off as she drifted into her mantra; a few seconds passed and then, one by one, the four striplights on the ceiling of the warehouse flickered to life.

"Nice one, Ray!" Cyborg said with a grin, deactivating his built-in torch system. Robin put away his torch too, but Starfire's hands still glowed with her Tamaranean power as the five Teen Titans looked around cautiously for any sign of Slade, or indeed life.

Nothing.

"You don't reckon this was another send up, do you?" Beast Boy inquired, looking sideways at Robin. "Another trap meant for Robin?"

"I dunno, B," Cyborg replied, charging up his proton cannon. "There's no tellin' with Slade…"

No, there isn't, Robin agreed silently. He looked across at Raven; her cloak was clutched tightly around her swollen form, but not so that you could see even a trace of her pregnancy, and her hood was up.

Raven, please don't get hurt, and please don't let Slade figure out that you're pregnant… don't give him an excuse to hurt you too…

"I'm doin' an area scan," Cyborg said, cutting into his thoughts. Robin looked at his friend and saw that he was tapping something into the built-in mini-computer in his right arm. It began to bleep and flash as Cyborg slowly moved in a complete 360 degrees turn.

"Nothin'," the half-robot sighed as he came back to the spot he hand been standing in before. "There's nothin' here, guys… it was another trick; another of Slade's mad pointless chases…" He started to lower his arm, and as he did so Robin saw that the tiny screen lit up on the protective glass plate covering Cyborg's circuits was going crazy, all sorts of charts and graphs flashing across it.

"Cy, your arm!" He cried.

"What?" Cyborg looked back at the tiny computer on his arm. "System control, electronic charges, plasmic readings…" The half-robot looked up frantically. "We're not alone, guys. Brace yourselves!"

And they could hear it, from beyond the far wall of the huge warehouse, a tremendous crashing, a choir of sheer power. And on Cyborg's computer, the charge reading was rocketing higher and higher, signalling that the explosion beyond was drawing closer and closer by the split-second…

"TITANS, SCATTER!" Cyborg commanded at the top of his voice.

The team wasted no time in obeying – Beast Boy transformed into a tortoise and shot inside his hard protective shell; Starfire flipped over in the air, soared down and grasped hold of Robin, taking to the air with him safely in her arms; and Raven flew down as fast as she could and threw up a black protective shield around herself and Cyborg. Seconds later the far thin metal wall of the warehouse exploded inwards, showering hot metal, glass and wood debris from the crates stacked there prior to the explosion across the length of the huge empty room.

And through the smoke the Teen Titans could see three huge shapes lumbering towards them.

Cinderblock.

Plasmus.

Overload.

Three big bad guys – three big problems.

The Teen Titans regrouped, Robin still held around his waist by Starfire as she hovered a few feet from the floor.

"Oh yeah," Cyborg murmured, his proton cannon clicking into place. "We're definitely not alone…" His dark face hardened in the face of their adversaries; this time it wasn't up to Robin to lead the Teen Titans to victory.

It was up to him.

"TITANS, GO!" Cyborg shouted, firing up his cannon and charging forwards full tilt at the three monstrous villains.

The others followed him.

Followed him to their deaths.

Robin found himself against Plasmus; as usual whenever he looked upon the villain – one Otto Von Furth, beneath all that oozing sludge – he was reminded of a foe he and Batman had come up against many times before, known as Clayface. Gripping his staff, the Boy Wonder scrutinized the situation, wondering how best to launch an attack—

He dithered a moment too long, realising his mistake as Plasmus' huge gaping mouth opened and his long slithery tongue shot out from within the dark interior, wrapping around him. Robin's voice escaped him, as did his movement, and Plasmus swallowed him whole before he could do a thing about it.

Fighting for their lives, none of his friends noticed – except, of course, Starfire.

The alien girl screeched something abusive at Plasmus in fluent Tamaranean and soared headlong at him, her eyes blazing emerald. She ripped two energy bolts from her eyes into Plasmus, getting splattered by fried gunk in the process, and carried on flying straight into him, where she too was lost within the slimy interior of whatever Plasmus actually was. She floundered, searching for Robin in the cold slimy darkness… She caught hold of his flailing hand and, recognising that it was her by the metal gauntlet on her arm, he gave her fingers a quick squeeze. She gripped him tighter, preparing to fly out again pulling him with her, but she needn't have worried about him in the first place; there was a sudden explosion as Robin detonated one of his explosive discs and the pair of them were blasted outwards to the cold warehouse floor, covered in bits of Plasmus. They tumbled over and over, scraping to an eventual halt amid most of Plasmus.

Starfire sat up first, seeing Robin sprawled out covered in red slime with his masked eyes closed.

"Robin!" She cried in anguish, shaking him. Seconds later he sat up and wiped his face with his left hand.

"Gross," he muttered. "It ate me…"

"Robin!" Starfire squealed happily, throwing her arms around him and collapsing on top of him. He lay there on the floor, trying to reclaim his breath after going so long without air, with Starfire on top of him; he didn't have the energy to push her off, and besides, he had a nasty feeling that she was actually stuck to him…

He looked up past Starfire's sticky red hair and to his alarm saw that Plasmus was already reforming.

"Star, move!" He shoved her off and dived into her, getting them both out of the way as a huge thick tendril came slamming down where they had been seconds before.

Robin and Starfire looked up in horror as they saw that the newly-reformed Plasmus was towering over them once again. Starfire's eyes and hands began to glow and Robin gripped his – slimy – staff all the more tightly—

"BOO-YAH!" Came Cyborg's jubilant voice from behind Plasmus.

And suddenly an explosion of blue power shot right through Plasmus' mid-section, leaving a gaping hole. Cyborg dive-leapt through the hole and landed with a flourish.

"Robbie, saw what happened," he said, turning to face Plasmus alongside his friends as the gooey villain filled out the hole again. "Hasn't this dude ever heard of a MacDonald's?"

"Guess not," Robin replied grimly; beside him, Starfire seemed confused.

"Friends, I too have never heard of this "MacDonald's"," she said, clearly perplexed. "Please, is it some kind of-"

She was cut off as Plasmus lashed at them again; she took to the air while Cyborg and Robin dived and rolled, coming to their knees side by side.

"Sonic Boom?" Cyborg stated rather than asked. "That's how we canned this guy last time."

Robin nodded, going to his utility belt for an explosive disc. However, he had barely pulled it out when Cinderblock suddenly toppled backwards and landed on Plasmus, splattering him all over again.

"Hold that thought," Robin said flatly, wiping his face again and shaking the excess sludge from his glove in disgust.

A huge green Tyrannosaurus Rex came into view, roaring ferociously and lashing its thick tail – Beast Boy in yet another form that was more useful than his human one.

"Good work, B!" Cyborg called, giving the dinosaur a thumbs up.

Beast Boy shrank back to his human form, grinning. He moved beside Robin and Cyborg, surveying the two fallen villains; Plasmus was struggling to reform beneath Cinderblock's solid mass and not succeeding.

"Ok, that's two down," Beast Boy happily, dusting his grey-gloved hands together. "Just Overload to…"

He trailed off, his pointed ears flattening, as Cinderblock gave an almighty roar and sat up; beneath him the bubbling mass that was Plasmus began, for a third time, to take shape again.

"You know, Hawaii is looking better than ever right now," Beast Boy said weakly, backing away until he bumped into Cyborg. Starfire had joined them again and together the four of them launched yet another assault on Slade's persistent lackeys.

Meanwhile – though she didn't like to admit it, even to herself – Raven was in trouble. Overload seemed to have picked her out and was chasing her while she tried to stop him from hurting the baby. It was a difficult stunt to pull off, and she was merely dodging attacks and not being able to fire one back in fear of being still one second too long and Overload managing to hit her. Her powers were also getting more and more difficult to control, and she felt ill and tired and in no fit state to be fighting someone with the sole intent of electrocuting her. She wished one of them – any of them – would come to her aid, distract Overload so that she could get a hit in, but alas they were all too busy getting kicked around by Cinderblock or eaten and spewed on by Plasmus. Every time she tried to fly in their direction Overload blocked her, as though he knew what she was trying to do, and her reasons for it.

Overload's arm crackled with electricity as he swung it back, preparing to hit her full on.

"Overload smash you!" He shouted, his voice raspy. He threw the punch but Raven put up a barrier, deflecting it. The electricity soared back at Overload and he merely reabsorbed it, laughing insolently, his voice scraping like sandpaper.

Raven sighed in despair, near tears; a side-effect of her pregnancy was extreme sensitiveness, which didn't help the fact that she had to maintain balanced emotions to access her powers. Overload swung at her again and she flew out scantly out of the way, hearing the electricity crackling with its nearness. With every jerky movement she felt the baby kick, as though unsettled by its mother's actions… She was so tired, why wouldn't one of them come and help her? Just one of them…

Overload knew he was pushing her into a corner, he could see how exhausted she was… Slade had warned them about the Teen Titan known as Raven, said that she was possibly the most dangerous; now it seemed that she was going to be the easiest of all to pick off.

"Tired?" Overload rasped, and if beings made of purely electricity and a single control board could smirk, he surely would have.

Raven merely gazed at him. She couldn't believe it; Overload was going to kill her. This cheap, crappy excuse for a villain was going to kill her… But she knew it was true – she simply couldn't keep fighting…

"Overload will end your pain," Overload went on in his grating voice. Both arms went back and she heard the audible crackling of the voltage as he powered up to finish her off…

Raven felt the baby kicking again and put her hand to her stomach, feeling her eyes sting with tears…

"DO NOT HURT MY FRIEND!"

Raven's head jerked up and Overload whipped around; both saw Starfire streaking at the villain, her eyes positively flaming with her Tamaranean power. Her hands were together, her arms out in front of her, and a single, powerful starbolt was forming at her fingertips. With an enraged, high-pitched cry, Starfire tore the starbolt through Overload. The villain toppled even as Starfire flew over to Raven, who quickly made sure that her cloak was covering every inch of her swollen form clothed in too-big garments of Robin's.

"Raven, you are unharmed?" Starfire inquired as she reached her.

"Yes, thanks to you, Starfire," Raven replied quietly, offering her friend a smile. Starfire beamed.

"Robin sent me over here," she explained. "He saw that you were in trouble…"

"Oh…" Raven felt her heart contract unpleasantly. Well, that was Robin; looking out for everyone but himself. Even now, as she looked across the warehouse, she saw the Boy Wonder being thrown across the room by Cinderblock – after telling Beast Boy to get out of the rocky villain's way. If only he would listen to himself, he probably wouldn't almost-die quite so often…

"The boys have it "under control" over there, Cyborg says," Starfire went on, chewing on the end of one of her slender fingers. "He says that they can "cut it"…"

And looking over again, Raven saw that the boys did indeed seem to have the Cinderblock/Plasmus situation under control.

It was Overload who was her main worry.

"Do not worry, Raven," Starfire murmured beside her, her hands glowing green. "We too can "cut it"."

Raven smiled vaguely in spite of herself as Overload began to rise. Starfire didn't even wait until the villain had reached his full height, soaring at him and sending a mouthful of starbolts in his direction. While Starfire distracted him – a feat she performed marvellously well, weakening him with every blow – Raven breathed out slowly, centring herself, then uttered her mantra, lifting up four empty wooden crates stacked against the wall behind her.

"Starfire!" She cried in an attempt to get the Tamaranean girl's attention. Starfire looked up, saw that Raven wanted her to move, and obediently flew out of range.

Overload whipped around, hearing Raven's call, and was pummelled mercilessly by the heavy crates, one after another. Starfire took this cue and began shooting out starbolts again, so that Overload was struck from both sides. To Raven's satisfaction, she heard Overload howling in rage as he was slowly beaten down by the two female Titans…

Raven cried out as suddenly she was sent careering backwards, slamming down on the cold, hard concrete floor of the warehouse. Starfire met a similar fate, landing in a crumpled heap beside the telekinetic. Dazed, Raven sat up to find Overload looming over them, laughing in an infuriating, triumphant fashion. What had happened? What had he hit them with?...

"Puny Titans not beat Overload!" The villain roared. "Nobody beat Overload! Overload always win!"

"Sorry, dude," came Beast Boy's voice from behind the villain. "That's the wrong answer."

"Show's over, Cyber-jerk," Cyborg's voice added.

"And this time we're shutting you down for good." Robin, of course – stupid pun gave it away…

Overload turned, distracted from finishing Raven once again, and was met by a flurry of powerful and expertly co-ordinated attacks performed in sequence by Cyborg, Robin and Beast Boy.

Starfire and Raven got to their feet, Raven clutching at her cloak; Starfire turned to her and they both nodded to each other, taking to the air to join the fray. However, Raven was quickly running out of energy and her powers were weakening by the second, and she didn't last long, being thrown back to the ground within the minute.

"Raven!"

She sat up as she heard Robin's voice, rubbing the back of her head through her hood. No, she didn't want his concern…

"Raven…" Robin reached her, kneeling down beside her. "Are you alright?" He reached out a hand to put on her shoulder and she jerked out of his reach.

"I'm fine," she snapped. His expression indiscernible, his hand instead went to her swollen stomach and rested on it.

"And is the baby?"

She blinked at him.

"Is…?" She trailed off, her voice weak.

"You heard me." Robin was frowning. "Look, this morning… I… Raven, I don't want you getting hurt. Or the baby." He added that last bit seemingly grudgingly.

"I won't," she assured him. "What about Cinderblock and Plasmus?"

Robin actually grinned now, thumbing over his shoulder.

"We took care of 'em."

Raven looked over to where he was indicating and saw that Cinderblock was out cold and Plasmus was Plasmus no more; instead a boxer-clad Otto Von Furth slept amid the excess sludge.

"Ew," was all Raven could offer.

"Yeah…" Robin grasped Raven's wrists. "Overload is proving more of a problem though," he said. "Remember how we beat him last time?"

"Yes; water," Raven replied simply.

Robin nodded.

"Right. But there's no water tanks or anything in here. So…" He gripped her wrists tighter, his expression grim. "Cy says there are water pipes running directly beneath this warehouse."

"You need me to rip them up," Raven finished unequivocally.

Robin nodded again.

"Right…" She struggled to get to her feet, but wasn't amused when Robin tried to help her.

"Get off!" She reprimanded him irritably. "I'm pregnant, not an invalid!"

Grinning slightly at her annoyance, Robin took his hands off her.

"Well, get going!" Raven snapped, flicking her hand at him. "Go and help distract him so that I can soak him."

Robin nodded for a third time and turned to go; and then, as though struck by something, he suddenly whipped around again, grabbed hold of her and kissed her hard as though he thought he would never see her again.

"It'll be okay," he whispered as he pulled back, amused by her bewildered expression; it had been so quick and unexpected she hadn't even had the chance to kiss back.

"Everything will be okay…"

And then he let go and ran off back towards Overload and the other Titans as though nothing had happened.

Struggling to push the unexpected kiss from her mind – she had barely realised what was happening, but the baby had kicked extremely hard as Robin's lips had touched hers – Raven closed her eyes and centred herself once more. She exhaled heavily, feeling the energy, her Azarathian power, her knowledge of ancient magic flowing throughout her entire body. Her mind layered… she sensed the pipes beneath her feet, felt the powerful surge of the water flowing through them…

"Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos…"

One world. Twin moons. She called upon the power bestowed upon her, a gift, not a curse…

Concentrated…

Two thick pipes burst through the concrete beneath her, shooting high-powered jets of water everywhere. She struggled to control them as they thrashed about like two enraged snakes. Black magic flowed through them and they were in her command. She aimed them at Overload and he began to leap around, avoiding the water as it splashed all over the floor, and she felt like a gangster shooting at the feet of a bum…

Something was wrong. The water flow was diminishing… it slowed to a trickle, died completely...

"NO!" Cyborg hollered in anguish.

"DAMN!" Robin wailed.

Raven let the pipes drop, looking behind her. Cinderblock was far from unconscious; he was standing on the pipes, stopping the water flow completely…

"TITANS, GET HIM!" Cyborg bellowed, utterly irate. He started to charge at Cinderblock, closely followed by Robin, Starfire and Beast Boy…

"OVERLOAD WIN!" Overload screeched valiantly from behind them… and he slammed his foot down on the wet floor, sending a surge of high voltage shooting across the thin layer of water conducting it—

Through the Teen Titans.

Electrocuting them.

To death.

The agony was unbearable; the entire warehouse was filled with the screams of all five Titans as they died, the burning of flesh and fabric, of circuits, metal, hair, blood…

Starbolts rocketed through the air even as Starfire screamed.

Sparks flew from Cyborg as his whole system shorted out.

Beast Boy's form changed unwillingly as the electricity surged through his green body.

Black magic poured from the tiny red jewel on Raven's ashma chakra, exploding crates into shards of wood; inside her, the baby…

And having no powers to speak of, Robin merely screamed, feeling the voltage searing through his entire body, killing him…

He died first, and the others joined him within split-seconds of each other.

And Overload's laughter rang out through the entire broken warehouse, the Teen Titans dead at his feet.

Now you know why it's called REMEMBER the Titans...

Think I'm kidding?

Well, I will leave the talking to you.

But really, just where DO we go from here?

One note: Plasmus' human form is actually called Otto Von Furth. It is never mentioned in the show, but he is named as such in the Titansgo . net transcripts, and they are extremely accurate. He is also called this in the Teen Titans "Divide and Conquer" novelisation (Cyborg, Come Home).

Yes, I have it. And yes, the reading age is about sort of for 8-11 year olds. Yes, it's far too young for me and I read it in about five minutes. The art sucked too, and Tracy West is a terrible author.

But it was my dad's money and I was sick of Amazon recommending it to me because I bought The Judas Contract.

So I bought it to shut them up.

And now I will shut up.

Ladies and gentlemen, you have the floor…