I Don't Own anything.

'thought'

"Speech"

"Tvs, Radios, and Text via book or newspaper... when those are around..."

I let out a long breath as I look to the two fruits in front of me, the clear clear fruit, and the shadow shadow fruit.

The deal I made with the straw hats was perfectly reasonable. The pair of times sixty four gale force reading glasses, then a crate of healing potions.

I pick up both fruits, looking over each with a frown.

I turn and slowly make my way back into the apartment, walking past Silica in the kitchen.

"Uh, dinner's almost done." She calls out as I walk past, offering her a slow nod as I turn and make my way to the two bedrooms down the hall.

I pause in front of Perona's door, there's a cute little black bat decal on the front.

I gently knock on the door. "Perona... can I come in?"

I don't get a response, so I gently open the door.

I peek inside to see the pink haired girl curled up in a bundle of blankets, her shoulders shaking as her hushed sobs echo out.

I let out a small sigh as I step inside and take a seat on the foot of her bed, speaking with a quiet voice. "I bought the devil fruits. Though, seeing you in this state, I'll probably never sell them."

My hands grow and stretch across the room as I sit both fruits on her shelf.

My arms return to their normal length as I look over the pink haired girl.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I whisper.

"No." She whimpers. "Just- just leave me alone right now."

"Alright." I nod once. "Do you want me to bring you some dinner when its ready?"

"No."

"I'll leave it out for you." I mutter as I stand up looking over my shoulder. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry this happened."

"Was... was it my fault?" She whispers.

"Of course not." I scoff. "If you stayed you'd be dead as well."

"B-But- if I told them-"

"Perona. I know people from your world are absolutely massive. Could either of these two reasonably fit in my store?" I question.

She doesn't respond as I slowly stand. "I hope you feel better, Perona. If you need someone to talk to, I'm always here."

"Alright." She frowns.

"Well, that was a mighty fine meal if I do say so myself. Thank you kindly As..una?" The bald man compliments the sword art chef, she simply nods her head once. "No problem, sir."

"If you ever get out of that game of yours, the technology in your world sounds truly amazing. I'd be open to buying some." His eyes stray to me. "Of course, with a payment to the one who allows this to happen."

I give him a pleased nod.

"So. How do I activate this-"

He turns a deep blackish grey and falls apart, creating a pile of ash sat on the chair and floor.

"…"

"Focus on your form. Don't panic."

The pile of ash shudders slightly as Perona tiredly floats into the room in her ghostly state, dark circles under her eyes and her arms hanging limply in front of her.

A hand of ash forms and reaches up before crumbling back down into the pile.

"Oh, wait. I've got a way to make this faster."

I hold out a hand, a dooway appearing behind me as I shift the location of my training room.

The pile of ash is lifted from the floor and locked in a sphere of nonpoisonous mercury as I step into the training room.

I sit the pile of ash in the middle of the room.

"Try again now." I order.

Two hands appear, then a head, his body rebuilds itself rapidly as the man in a white suit reappears.

He lets out a few heaving breaths. "That was concerning."

"You'll get better at control through trial and error. It took me a couple of minutes to stop being a puddle on the ground." I admit. "But everyone needs to start somewhere."

He regains his composure after a moment and straightens his tie.

"I hope you put those weapons to good use." The man smirks.

"Oh, believe me, Stane. I plan on it." I grin back. "But the money is far more valuable to me."

*Ping* Congratulations!

I ignore the screen as I continue speaking. "Please come back any time you need something. You're considered a VIP here with those deep pockets of yours."

"I may just take you up on that offer. Of course, first I should probably focus on hiding the fact that a shipment of weapons just up and vanished. I'll be back eventually though." The man nods as we both turn back to the door.

It has returned to the side of the shop, allowing us to leave into the main store area.

"I can see that greedy glint in your eye. You're already thinking about what you want to upgrade yeah?" The man asks. "I'll leave you to that. If you get anything interesting, remember, you've got my number. Give me a call."

"Thank you, Obadiah, I'll see you soon." I nod.

"See you around, fox." The man snorts as he turns and walks through the door.

As the door closes, I nod once.

Well.

That's a nice little two hundred and fifty million he gave me.

What could I use that for?

The training room could do with some upgrades.

Then I've got crates upon crates of stark brand weapons and ammunition.

Then there's that alert I got.

Congratulations! You have reached 10000 Sales!

A new ability has been unlocked!

You may now summon doors into the shop wherever you want when you are outside.

So... it's basically a portal to the shop whenever I want?

That could be useful. Now I don't need to quickly run over to a door whenever I want to get the fuck out of a place.

Regardless, I now have a quarter of a billion dollars to work through. The question is 'what do I want'?

Inspiration strikes me as a grin crosses my lips.

Oh. That's an idea.

But at the same time, that would take up a lot of electricity, and while the shop does supply some of it, it still draws it from outside, thus I have to pay a minor electricity bill, or, with this item, a major electricity bill. I could of course get around this by making my own power supply, but then I'd need to pay for whatever that needs to stay active, be it uranium, or 'thunder magic crystals' or what-

What if I had it powered by magic?

It'll probably be extremely costly, but... all I'd need to do to power it is drain my own reserves. Repeatedly draining and regenerating my mana might even increase my total capacity!

That's basically free power right there! It's not like I'M using that magical power for anything right now.

I hold out my hands, the numerous large suitcases filled with money gleaming as a smirk crosses my lips.

A door appears in front of me with a flash.

And thus...

Two hundred million dollars is gone.

It cost a lot more than my little training room. If I had to make a guess, said training room was actually discounted.

I step into the new room and slowly look around, it is fairly small, all things considered.

But that's pretty much a command center.

The room itself is roughly a six foot cube, with a humongous series of panels, buttons, levers, and screens.

There is a massive window on one side of the room and a door to the far left.

On the other side of the window is a second room, this one larger than this little 'command center'.

A large, extremely complex looking, device rests on the raised ceiling, numerous cameras sit around the room.

I nod slowly as I look over my purchase.

3d Fabrication Space:
A room that is basically a massive 3d printer. It comes complete with a hyper advanced computer room that can scan objects to replicate them perfectly!
Area: 10x10x10+6x6x7
Amenities: Item Creation, Material Processing, Item Copying, Magically Powered.
Cost: 201,560,000

I nod slowly with a smile on my face as I sit down on the comfy seat in front of the large computer.

'let's see if I can figure out how this works.'

"Mr. Argo. That one guy who you beat up is back."

I look over my shoulder to Silica poking her head into the room. "Oh yeah?"

"And he brought others." She continues.

I slowly stand and walk past the girl, my eyes straying across the numerous people who have entered the shop.

"Oh. Well. There's certainly a lot of you. What can I do for you?"

My gaze locks onto several people, the first, a tall, blind, giant of a man with black hair and a jagged scar around his forehead, the next a black haired man with blue eyes, the next is a woman with deep purple eyes, black hair with purple tips, and a butterfly-like hairpin in her hair.

The next is a tall, scarred, white haired man with a savage glint in his bloodshot eyes. He looks barely restrained at lashing out at everyone and everything, then there's Tengen himself, the white haired 'god of flashiness' looking particularly pleased with himself.

The final man... doesn't looks well.

He has chin-length black hair and a pale, almost sickly complexion, however the most noticeable thing about him is the sickly purple mark that covers his forehead and most of his face, one of his eyes is a murky white haze, but the other is a light purple, it looks to be slowly getting taken over by the sickness which mars his face.

"So. You must me the boss of the Demon Slayer corps. Hello. My name is Argo, I am not of your world."

I hop up and take a seat on the counter. "What can I do for you all? Metals? Healing potions? I've even got some utility items."

"I heard that you managed to defeat one of our hashira fairly easily. How powerful are you really?" The near blind man questions.

"In the grand scheme I am perhaps around medium class when I go all out, but in that case I honestly wasn't even trying that hard."

"Medium class?" The man echoes. "Are you saying that your strength is middling? That a hashira's strength is even weaker than that?"

"Well, I mean, don't your hashiras get killed by demons fairly regularly?" I point out with a slight shrug.

"Only by Muzan's Upper Moons. It has been roughly a century since one of those six have been replaced." He announces as I let out a low hum.

"Well. I mean, in terms of strength I myself am probably in the top eighty percent of supernatural creatures back in my own world. Below me you have low class, which range from being perhaps twice as strong as a normal human to possibly twenty times. Medium class can casually destroy buildings with little effort, possibly even entire city blocks, then high class is where it starts getting a little crazy. After high class is ultimate class, then those who could erase all of Japan if they wanted. Of course, they'd have to defeat the people who live there first, and the youkai faction is nothing to scoff at, but still. Numerous incredibly powerful beings which make your demons look sort of like jokes."

The man stares for a long moment. "What would I have to pay you in order for you to kill Muzan Kibutsuji?"

"Good question. First and foremost, I'd like a downpayment of that breathing technique that makes you superhuman. If I were to use it I could probably hold a candle to your big bad enemy. Secondly. After he is dead, I will accept ores, money, plants, and as of recently, I am looking into acquiring some gemstones. Just pay me as much as you think is reasonable to ending the thousand-year strife which has been hurting your people."

"You... are so confident that you could kill Muzan?" The man mutters.

"I probably have a better chance at it than most of you." I admit.

"Bullshit!" The white-haired savage man snaps.

I stare at him with a simple slim smile. "Oh? Would you perhaps like to test that theory, then?"

I gesture to the door to the side of the room, it swings open slowly revealing a massive room on the other side. "Through that door there is a training room. In that room, we can fight, but lethal wounds and permanent injuries are halted. I could strike your neck with a sword as hard as I can, but at most you'll be hurt and bruised. Maybe a small cut that breaks the skin, but decidedly not decapitated. In addition, I have given it some upgrades recently, in addition to increasing air resistance on your body, it also can alter how you feel gravity and change the arena entirely to suit any battlefield. I'm calling your bluff. If you think you can defeat me, by all means, I'll face all of your hashira at once. Give you all a taste of what it would be like to fight Muzan himself."

Most of the people here glance to the black haired sickly man, seeming to look for permission.

"That sounds reasonable." He nods slowly. "I would like to see your capabilities."

"Then lets go!" I smile brightly as I turn and strut my way into the training room.

The entourage of devil slayers follow after me as I step up onto the raised platform, with a flash of movement and ample use of the shave technique, I appear on the other side.

"I hope you know I won't be playing with you. I'll be taking this seriously from the start." I call out as my body shifts, my height increases by an inch or two, my hair bleaching white, four large feathered wings appear on my back as an x shaped halo appears above my head. One by one the hashira enter the field, drawing their blades with a collection of serious expressions.

"Oh, do you have a preferred area you'd like to fight in? A flat plane is sort of unrealistic for a battle, after all."

Surprisingly the girl speaks up. "A graveyard."

"Alright that's fine. Weird, but fine." I sigh with a gentle shake of my head. "System: Set terrain: Graveyard."

My remaining fifty million went to parts of this room. All very worth it if I do say so myself.

Five million for the terrain option, twenty five for the option to change gravity and air resistance, a further twenty million to upgrade its maximum 'training multiplication' to fifteen times normal.

If fifteen days worth of time throughout the worlds I am connected to are passing at any one point in time? Debatable. But it's possible. With six worlds I should be passively gaining a times six multiplier regardless of if the worlds are moving at a one-to-one ratio with the store.

The world seems to warble and shift, a thick mist hangs in the air, uneven dirt riddled with flowers seems to sprout from the ground as large hunks of carved rock sprout throughout the field, a line of willow trees dot the far left side of the field, briefly appearing see through before returning full force.

Holograms.

I gesture around. "This entire area is fake. The trees, the gravestones. It's all merely light that has been shaped into this appearance, then given the qualities of whatever I tell it to. These graves will feel like you are hitting solid rock, the trees can be cut down like they're made of wood, the grass can be plucked and the mist? Well, that's not really light, that's water vapor... and, well, I guess the dirt is actually dirt, but the grass is decidedly not real."

I turn to look at the man who seems content to stand at the edge of the ring. "Would you care to start us off? We should probably speed this up. Time doesn't flow normally in my shop. An hour here could easily be ten or twenty hours in your own world."

"Oh, believe me, I am aware. I have someone waiting on the outside to come and retrieve us if more than an hour passes." He nods once. "You may begin... now."

I lift a hand abruptly and shoot a beam of light across the arena, it's thin, roughly similar to a frieza-esque death beam, it clears the ring in an instant, crashing into the white haired ninja wielding two amber cleavers.

His head snaps back as everyone has their gaze drawn to him.

"Tengen. That would have killed you." I smile as I watch the Hashira slowly bring a hand up to his head that is lightly bruised. "You're out. Please step aside."

He lets out a slow breath and takes one singular step back, off the platform. "How dreadfully unflashy."

"Alright, who's next?" I lazily question, gaze being drawn across the remaining hashira.

All at once, the group bursts into motion, fanning out as they rush towards me, the large Buddhist-like stone hashira spinning a large mace attached to a chain above his head.

It is swung towards me at great speed as the other rush forwards, I catch the ball with one hand, throwing it lazily at the water hashira who is forced to halt his attack in order to dodge, the only woman of the group lunges forwards, stabbing her sword at me, but I simply ignore her as I twist around the upwards slash of the wind hashira, inadvertently avoiding the stabbing attack from the woman entirely.

I lazily sweep the leg of the white haired man and with a blur of movement I shoot towards the large blind man.

I duck his surprised slash from the man and point two index fingers towards his heart.

I curl my fingers and punch forwards, striking him in the chest, blood shoots from his mouth as he is knocked out of the arena entirely. "That would have blown up your heart if I was able to use the full extent of my pressure points."

I catch the wrist of a dual-handed chop without even looking, my other hand transforms into a blade as I whirl around, a thin line of blood appearing on the water hashira's neck.

"Beheaded." I list lazily.

I gut punch the wind hashira as his blade passes through my neck, my mercury body simply refilling the area the blade displaced the instant it leaves.

"Impaled." I note as I kick a leg out from under him and bring my knee into his chin as he trips forwards, causing his feet to leave the ground.

I grab his ankle and slam him down hard enough to create a crater in the dirt floor.

"Snapped neck and broken spine." I finish as I point towards the woman who's katana only has a little bladed tip. "Annnnnnd completely vaporized."

A tremendous wave of light spews from my fingertip, washing over the woman.

It continues for about three seconds then clears up, leaving a cloud of dust.

"That. Is the extent of my power. To be honest, I don't even know why you tried, lady. Your entire gimmick is using poison, yes? My body is comprised of liquid metal. Mercury. A metal where even a single drop can seep through clothes and kill a man. They don't even need to eat it, merely touching it with their skin can poison them badly enough that they are practically a walking corpse." I list harshly as I frown. "it's extremely likely that this Muzan would be just as resistant to poison as I am-"

I blink down at the woman crouching before me, her legs crossed, one arm between her legs, the other across her chest, she is completely naked, the only portion of clothes that seem to have survived would be that butterfly wing-like overcoat that had been blown off before my attack could truly begin, a raging blush sits on her face as her hollow eyes seem to gain clarity.

"Mental note: protection of life does not extend to equipment. Good to know. Now I won't break any expensive shit in here. Also... nice." I smirk.

I toss a blanket from my hammer space at her lazily.

"Sorry about that. Your clothes were super fancy, probably worth a lot. That's solid silk, you can use- and keep- that. Take it as a slight apology." I sigh as the woman wraps herself up and carefully stands up.

"Brute." The girl frowns as she carefully and gently picks up her discarded Haori, relief crossing her face as she gently strokes her fingertips along it.

"Next time get better clothes." I scoff as I roll my eyes, a sudden smirk appearing on my face as I clasp my hands, innocently closing my eyes and smiling brightly. "In fact, my shop sells numerous apparel options! Far more durable than what you wore previously! Armor which can shrug off even gunfire with only minor scuff marks! Surely that may interest you?"

"I will pass." The woman frowns at me, for a moment that happy mask slipping and a writhing anger crossing her features.

"You can't wear armor because you're too weak to even hold a proper sword, eh?" I mutter with a small frown. "Honestly, that's not fucking healthy. Or normal. Even a child can carry a katana. Do you have some form of disease or sickness to make you so weak?"

I shake my head. "It doesn't matter... I should stop bullying you."

I look over her slowly. "You... have had a harsh life up until this point, right?"

She stiffens.

"You put on this air of happiness and kindhearted glee, but inside, you are so full of rage. So full of hatred. I feel sorry for you. For all of you. It must hurt to live in a world where injustices caused by inhuman monsters happen daily, to see something that is inhuman, living, breathing, being content and happy, must really bother you on a personal level. But you must learn to separate the inhumans. In this vast multiverse... humans are barely even a percent of the total species, sure, they are common, being in all the worlds I have seen so far, but... there are other races who live just like you. You can't toss aside all inhuman life because you've met one sole person who created a race who by nature kill and consume. Your problem is with Muzan. Not with me or anyone else who exists in the multiverse."

I turn to the leader of this group. "I should probably heal all of you up."

With a wave of my hands, a wave of healing light crosses the room, the prone wind Hashira lets out a quiet breath, the tall stone Hashira rubbing his chest relaxes somewhat, the neck wound of the water Hashira heals, the light sunburn that the insect Hashira had received is utterly removed.

The black-haired leader's sickly purple markings... recede.

He stiffens and slowly touches his face.

"What is-"

"Sir! Your sickness!" Tengen shouts.

The gaze of the four remaining hashira snap towards their boss.

I can cure diseases?

Huh.

That's good to know for the future.

"M-Master?" The white haired scarred man questions.

He turns to look at me.

*THUD*

He falls to his hands and knees, slamming his forehead into the ground hard enough to cause it to bleed.

"You have reduced our master's sickness. This is already a tremendous gift and its shameful to ask you to do this ... but... can you do more?"

I blink down at him.

The four other Hashira also find themselves kneeling before me. One slightly more awkward than the rest due to her being forced to wrap herself in a sheet.

"Please." Tengen pleads.

"Yes." The water Hashira whispers.

The blind stone Hashira bows before me as well, tears streaming down his face. "This is truly a great day. For master's illness to lessen."

The nude Insect Hashira bows before me as well. "Please. Your powers have been shown to heal our master. Something that not even I, after years of trying to find a medicine, have been able to do. If you heal him... I... will do anything you say."

She looks up with a slight blush. "Yes. And I do mean anything."

"This is... too much." The sickly man whispers. "You shouldn't prostrate yourselves on my account. I am fine. You needn't worry about my condition."

"One of your arguments are certainly more persuasive than the rest." I admit with an amused smile. "But even with how tempting that offer is, I was fully planning to do it anyways so I will be forced to decline. Even with how attractive you are, poison woman."

I calmly walk over to the man and hold out a hand, with a flash of light that covers the man's body, his purple infliction completely disappears. For now. I doubt I cured the root cause. Nor does clarity return to his blind eye.

He freezes, head rising as if a massive weight has been lifted off his shoulders.

"You were going to do it anyways?" Tengen questions. "You... are a shopkeeper though. A money hungry one at that. Why would you simply give this away something so valuable for free? What is the catch?"

"I am a simple man, Tengen. If I see something I don't like, and I have the capability to stop it easily, I do so. If I see a starving child. I give them food. If I see a man beating his wife, I break his legs, if I see a feral beast killing and eating innocent people, I kill it. So should I just simply ignore the man who has sacrificed so much in order to protect the lives of the people of Japan when I have the power to alleviate his illness at my fingertips?

"I have sacrificed nothing." The man bitterly scoffs. "I'm unable to swing a sword ten times without becoming out of breath, nor am I able to fight those the demon slayer corps detests. I am worthless."

"Untrue." I state with a small shake of my head.

"Master that isn't true! The demon slayer corps wouldn't survive without you!" Tengen declares, the other Hashira echoing his sentiment.

"He's right." I agree with a slow nod. "Without a leader, the demon slayer corps would have been wiped out ages ago. They'd be unorganized. Weak. Pathetic. But you alone gather them and inspire them to be strong."

"Noooow let's teach me total concentration breathing and get me some form of Nichirin blade so I can go out and end some demons." I smile viciously.

*Jingle*

"Yo! Argo-Two. I got the cash!" A voice calls out.

"Oh! Argo! Mr... er... Argo is currently a little busy."

"One moment." I smile as I shift back to my black haired form and turn and walk through the door. "Oh yeah? How much did the auction finish at?"

"Five hundred and fifty eight million Cor."

*PFFFT-*

I get a mad cackle under control.

"F-Five hundred million?! Oh my god who even bought it?!"

"This Heathcliff guy, he's the guild leader of the second best guild in Aincrad, 'The Knights of the Blood'." The blonde answers.

Get fucked Kayaba.

"So, you're saying that we sold it for roughly five hundred times its original value?" I question with a small grin.

She nods once with an equally devious grin.

She drops a large sack of gold on the table. "Here. All five hundred and two million that we made. You can keep my share. I want to pay off the gun fruit and what I just gave you should cover about half of it."

"Gotcha. Also, we've got guns now."

"GUNS?!" The girl gasps. "Show me!"

"I'm actually sort of busy right now. Buuuut see that door over there?"

I point to my new storage room. The place where I was able to store all of my new products. "That holds roughly a quarter of a billion in advanced weaponry. Have fun. I gave Silica a spreadsheet for the SAO prices."

A glint of greed appears in her eye as she turns and practically skips towards the door.

I step back into the training room and with a wave of my hand most of my newfound money is gone.

The room stretches and enlarges, growing four times the size it originally was, and with a simple nod I cross my arms.

Training multiplication up to times fifty. Then the ability to make a copy of anyone you have ever fought... with the caveat that they can't leave the room, nor can their strength exceed your own.

For example, if I had met goku in the past and I decided to summon a sparring partner of him, he would be the equivalent of a four-winged angel. Not the planet busting super monster he would be originally.

He should still have all of his technique, however. It's just debatable if Super Saiyan would improve his strength any, or if he would be able to use Kaioken.

Then for others, it merely brings them up to the strength they were when I last met them, provided that I am stronger than them. So, basically a 'perfect copy', despite being a hard light projection.

I can still get the same experience of fighting a stronger opponent by increasing my air resistance and gravity's effect on my body, however.

Admittedly, this isn't perfect, as I'll be unable truly replicate the 'faster than I can react' sort of strength, as, even with increased gravity and air resistance, I'll still be able to see them move.

"Master. We should probably return to our own world. We have no way of knowing how much time has passed."

"It has decisively been under an hour." The sickly man observes. "If it had been more, someone would have come to get us by now."

He looks to me. "We should go. We must begin your training. Regardless of the fact that you could likely defeat Muzan as you are now, I refuse to leave it up to mere chance."

"About that. This room is quite special. So, if possible, I would like to train here."

"You wish to train in this place where time flows differently?"

"This room has the special quality of multiplying the results of training... up to fifty times. The way it decides how much multiplication to give me is via how much time is passing in other worlds. Is your world's time going eight times faster? Training here will be eight times as fast. Is another world simultaneously going four times as fast? Bring that multiplier up to a twelve.

"So, you are saying that training here will always be more efficient than training elsewhere?"

"Yes. That's why I propose one of the Hashira stay here and begin training me, I step into your world to sleep so we don't waste needless time without training, then we come back here and continue until reasonably I'm able to fight your little demon plague... or, y'know, the Hashira training me picks up some of my techniques and becomes a nigh unstoppable demon slayer in their own rights."

"I do not think I could afford to leave one of the Hashira indisposed for so long. But... I do know of a person in the demon slayer corps who would not only be able to teach you total concentration breathing, but is likely strong enough to be able to learn things from you as well." The sickly man smiles.

"Alright. Sounds good." I nod once. "Also. Can you please tell me your fucking names so I can stop referring to you as 'sick guy' and 'naked woman' in my hea-"

Allliright, we're back. Argo does a thing, gives a psychopath basically unlimited power (Which is going to pay off) gets a lot of fucking capital, then meets some more people, being promised useful techniques and more power if he can just kill a supposedly unkillable consumer of human flesh.

Guest reviews:

Meh: Possibly.

Guest 001: Yes, but Kayaba marketed it as a T-Rated game. If sex existed in it, it would be R rated. Thus I made it make SENSE.

Toast: I've never watched really ANY of the MCU tv series, nor have they really impacted the main movie series, so probably unlikely.

Random Guest: to answer your questions in order, Yes, Yes, No.

Reader 451: Yes, that's actually my plan for Stane, and yes, Argo-fem is totally the type of person to quietly hint about it in front of Lisbeth.

JustAFan123: there's a fine line of people Argo will and won't sell to. Stane is nearing said line, but he hasn't stepped over it... the joker on the other hand, yeah, he's so far beyond the line, as is Muzan.

Middernacht: That would involve angering the siscons. And that sounds like a lot of uneeded stress.

Ya boi: It would cause a few angels to be dumbfounded if he casually drops an F-bomb.

123kid: Some characters can be guided on a completely differient path by a little... angel on their shoulder

Anyways, I'll see you all later. Off to bed I go.