I can't believe that I'm back to this, even if it's just for this chap. Funny, enough, it's actually at the same time I made the last chapters. Rejoice, my fans, Winter Cold is momentarily back!

WARNING! Some of the subjects spoken of are either sexual or a part of Bleedman, creator of Grim Tales, PPGD, and Sugar Bits, comics. Skip if you are opposed to either.

Disclaimer: Jhonen Vasquez is the creepiest dude on Earth, but he still owns this show.

"ZiiiiIIIIM!"

Invader Zim turned from his gaze upon the deep darkness space had to hold to the voice that held much anger. If anyone looked closely, they could see him slightly shaking by on a millimeter.

"Yes, my Irken Queen?"

"Don't Irken Queen me, you ass! Do you know what the physician told me when I went to see her? I have to walk on all fours if I want to carry this baby to full term!"

Gazelene Membrane walked into the large audience hall towards her Tallest. Nine feet to be exact. She had to crane her neck up to see his face, but that didn't make her any less scary to her love. In fact, more Irks feared her hand and rage more than they did his.

From behind, the Irken physician coughed and Gaz sighed before she sat on her butt, her legs bent at the knees. Zim would have taken her there if not for her anger. It's just; her outfit had this affect on him every time he saw her. It would bring a slight brightness to his eyes, but not enough to actually see unless you were up close. His plight was in what she wore.

The cloak was like any other Tallest cloak, covering the head of the wearer. It was the latex and leather that covered her body provocatively. Her gloves were like his, running up to her elbow, engulfing her forearms. It was the same with the heels she fit, too, but…Ircania, she made them look so much better than he. Leather covered her breasts, strapping from the sides and shoulders, a triangle inside a circle right in the middle as a tribute to the Irk flag. Her entire midriff was open to the universe and Zim had to restrain himself a couple of times when an alien looked a little too long. It was worse when it reached the bottom. They reminded him of the gym shorts they both had to wear at Hi Skool. Only a little more black and much more tight. Without her cloak, to see her turn from him was like restraining a raging bull. It wasn't happening for long.

In short, it took Zim a moment every time his Queen came up to him to compose himself. He wasn't a lesser ma…er, Irken. He had self-control. Even if he could feel himself slightly harden. No one would call him on it.

"Gaz, my loving Queen, what is wrong?"

"My loving Tallest, did you forget to tell me something when you asked to have a baby?"

Zim turned to the space he was looking at earlier, but more so as to ignore the enraged glare his Queen was giving him. Bad idea, very bad indeed.

His leg shot out from under him when Gaz punched his shin. He gagged when she decked his stomach and he fell to his hands and knees.

"There, now we're at the same length."

Zim fell to his forearms and coughed harder. The physician would have rushed to his aid, but was more wary of what her Queen would do to her and the factor that she was most used to the abuse the two Royals took and gave. She left the room before she was the viewing subject to more abuse.

What Zim had forgotten to mention to his Almighty Queen was that if she were to have an Irken child, she would have to stay on her hands and knees lest the baby's sharp claws tear her womb out. Irken bones were the first things that grew in the Irken body and she wouldn't be able to walk until her second trimester. She wasn't too happy with that.

"Zim, do you understand that I might just have to cut off your legs?"

"Gaz, did you really have to hit me in the sqeedly spooch?"

"Depends, did you really have to NOT tell I would have to walk on my hands and knees like some common dog?"

"Touché. Son of a bitch."

Gaz looked out of the glass window at the planet Zim had been looking at. When she had gotten there, she was very surprised to find that many of the worlds the Irkens renamed were unimaginative. Food Courtia, Callnowia? She wanted to change the names to more alien names, but even Zim refused, saying that though the Irken race was pretty smart, they were pretty stupid when it came to remembering the places it conquered. In fact, without coordinates, the Irkens would never remember where Irk was. The planet she was looking at now was being conquered as they spoke. Soon, another stupid name to go along with the stupid race's line of stupidly named planets. So stupid.

"Gaz, it's not like I could remember off the top of my head what trials you would have had to go through. Geez, didn't have to bite my head off."

"But I did. Now grovel."

"Mmmpghf."

"What was that?"

"Oh, great Almighty Queen of Irks, how shall this one unworthy Irk serve thee?"

"…I crave Bloaty's."

"What? No, not even on the bones of my Irken body will I bring that disgustingly putrid source of food onto my ship! You'd have to kill me first."

"That can be arranged, ya know? But that's not what I meant. I want to go to Bloaty's."

Zim's green skin lightened and it looked like he would puke at any moment.

"Gaz, you wouldn't be as cruel as to ask of me to bring you to that retched, horrid place of Irken nightmares. I still haven't recovered from our last trip."

"Too bad! Ya know, when I started puking my guts out due to morning sickness, I was okay. I can get through that, it's all fine. When I started puking red plasma from the excess Irken blood the baby was giving off, I was freaked out, but when I realized this was part of the Irken mommy business, I cooled down and was fine. This, right here, is so not cool! I have to walk on my hands and knees for three months?"

"Four months."

"ZIM! We are going to Bloaty's and during this entire trimester"-

"Quadmester."

"Interrupt me again, and I will rip off your head just to see it grow back…just so I can RIP IT OFF AGAIN! And you will carry me through this entire trimester or quadmester or whatever!"

Zim cringed away slightly, but sighed and pulled his Queen towards him.

"I apologize; I did not mean to make this so troublesome for you. I promise that during this entire pregnancy, you won't have to lift a finger."

"Like you let me now."

"Than that just goes double time."

He chuckled and turned Gaz's face towards him to see the traces of a smile growing. She punched him again, but Zim ignored it in favor of the kiss he got. Suddenly he gasped as he felt her grab hold of him through his pants.

"Oh yeah, and you may want to get a little better self-control. I don't want anyone, but me to see what you hide under here, got it? Hehehe."

TWC

"You will be here for the birth of your nephew or niece, Dib Membrane, do you hear me?"

"Gaz, how do you expect me to be there? They may not be the enemy anymore, but that doesn't make them any less dangerous. You want me to be there; have it here."

"Dib, you know as well as I do doctors will freak if they get a load of what comes out of my puss"-

"Okay, okay! Do you really have so vulgar?"

"Could have said twa"-

"Gaz!"

Gaz laughed as her brother's blushing face filled her screen. She was enjoying the talk, mostly at Dib's expense.

"Christmas just passed. I'm happy you were at the party."

"Especially with the factor that I was the one who invited and threw the party. If you had thrown it, who would have come?"

"Well, we did move to Megaville only to go right back home, I couldn't just make friends all that quickly."

"I had a table of friends the moment I got to Megaville."

Dib jerked his head curtly, but shrugged and nodded.

"I guess it makes sense. Okay, okay, I'll be there. God, I can only imagine what comes out of your-"

"Vag, chopped steak, lower lips-"

"GAZ! Christ, will you please stop this, I mean, did Dad ever teach you any type of modesty and or shame?"

"Goodbye, Dib."

"No wait, I want to discuss this! You literally are-"

Gaz cut the connection and Dib zeroed out of screen. It was one thing to talk about something she wanted from her brother, but to hear him bitch about whatever she had said or did that could make a sailor turn away in embarrassment wasn't exactly in her schedule. She had a baby shower to plan.

"I wonder how Mandy is doing."

TWC

Gaz sat up from her reclining in her mushy couch of softer stuff than that memory foam she had tried out when she visited her brother back on Earth. Her head almost lolled when her body hit it, making her feel as if she were lying on a bubble against water. She was getting hungry and for some reason, she craved Irken food.

When she first tasted Irken food, everything made her think that if she stayed there, she would gain weight from all the junk she would eat. Everything was junk, as if in a highschooler's cafeteria dream. Nachos, cheeseburgers, candy, soda, French fries, anything that could dump onto a football player's carbo-load. In actuality, all the food that was "junk" didn't go anywhere. She didn't gain weight, nothing in her body malfunctioned or deformed. And except for a change in her measurements that made her twin to what Mandy looked like (at which she blamed on Zim), she didn't change much.

But through it all, Irks did have original foods that came from some harvesting off of other planets. One was a squid-like substance that tasted like onions and fried chicken. Another that reminded her of an inside out pig that tasted like butternut squash and pancakes…with lima beans. That was the one she was craving at the moment. So far into the fantasy of carving into the piggy animal, she started to salivate and walk unconsciously into the kitchen hall, not remembering she had to crawl.

Three foot tall Irks began to look up as they saw their Queen walk past them and open the purple fridge. She moved things, setting them on the floor after taking a lick or bite to grab something else. The Irks respected their Tallest Queen as much as they feared her and would have readily made her something had she only asked, which was the focus of one such Irken who came up after two minutes.

"Tallest Queen Gazelene! Mi'lady, if you wish for anything, you only need ask. Would there be anything you would like?"

Gaz paused in her search with something bluish gray in her mouth and looked down at the Irk that had addressed her. She swallowed and after picking up some of the plates on the floor before blinking twice and walking away with her feast. If Zim called her on it later, she didn't give him an answer.

TWC

Zim walked with one of his advisors as they discussed plans for Irken occupation on the new planet that was just conquered.

"My Tallest, we have an elite team of Irks that are ready to be beamed down at your command. They are packed and have been briefed on the inhabitants there."

"Alright. Has there been any disturbance since the conquering?"

"No, sir. Everything has been right on schedule and no resist-ooh, my Queen. How do you fair today?"

Gaz was crawling towards them with her hair covering her eyes. The bump was being shown just under her outfit that hugged her and if Zim had not had self control, his eyes would glow suddenly as if he couldn't control the hormones that wished to be released in the most satisfying way. Seeing her not only creep towards him, but just at the beginnings of her pregnancy made him both sated and wanting more from her in the most terrible way. Mother, he was a pervert.

"My Queen, is there something you are in need of?"

Zim waited for an answer, but instead got a hand clutched onto his leg and pulled from underneath him. He fell to the hard steel and rolled to his side as his back started to bite at him.

"Ow."

The Irken who had just been beside his Tallest started to shake and began to wonder if whether or not he should run.

"Leave. NOW!"

Dust scurried in his wake at the shouting voice of Queen Gaz. Zim sat up as he rubbed his sphere of a head.

"Gaz, why did you-Mmhfmhmgh!"

She was on him in the next second, straddling him, rubbing against him and all he could do was sit there for a moment before he lost himself in the kiss and clutched her thighs to press more into him. He ground in her and she moaned into his mouth in gratitude. Their tongues wrestled as did they, trying to unravel clothing and undoing buttons. Soon, Zim began to remember they were in a hallway when he scuttled them to the wall.

"Gaz, wait."

Gaz huffed as a show of her displeasure, but didn't stop trying to undo him.

"We're in the hallway, anyone can come by here. And you might get tired, so shouldn't we adjourn to the bed?"

Gaz pressed her heated face into his neck and shook it. Zim didn't know what to do. He really didn't want subordinates to catch them doing the do, but he certainly wanted this to continue. Seems he was at an impasse. Or maybe not…

He gathered her into his arms and she wrapped her legs around his back. He was still hardening, but hard enough so that if either one of them moved, they'd press against each other. It made trying to walk all the more fun. Though it was most likely due to the fact that everyone was eating at the mess hall right about now, they managed to make it to the room unseen.

Moans and shouts came from behind the door, shrieks and the sounds of things breaking as well. Irkens were afraid to even approach the door, but the servant that usually served them breakfast in the morning soon had to do his job and the last time he slacked, he was picked up and talked to in the coldest voice he had ever known. His Queen had the habit of instilling fear directly into the hearts of anyone.

So when he knocked, initially, it was understandable that he would be shaking like it was cold. Actually, there was cold air leaving the cracks of the door. Suddenly, it opened. The servant was so close to dropping the tray, he had to catch himself a few times to makes sure he wouldn't be losing his head. His Queen had come out naked, her immodesty making him inadvertently glow red. He shook his head and acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Well, as ordinary as an Irk trying to serve a human on an Irken ship could get.

"What is it?"

"B-breakfast, Mi'lady."

"Ooh, thanks."

She took it from him and leaned over to set it down on a table. Not that the servant really paid attention. Her backside was shown to him and it was all he could do to not stare. He caught something out of the peripheral of his vision. He saw his Tallest who was chained to the wall with bite marks and scratches on his body, as well as blood and other questionable and sticky fluids just before his Queen moved back over to him.

"Thank you, but don't worry about lunch, we'll most likely get it ourselves."

Then she shut the door with a smirk on her face as she turned back to her Tallest. The servant never really did see them in the kitchen that day again.

TWC

"It is…surprising to see you Dib. What are you doing here?"

Zim stared into the suspicious eyes of his in-law. He hadn't expected Dib to come anywhere near the Irken fleet, let alone the commanding ship. Of course, he had used Tak's runner and of course, the fleet figured it was just another Irken returning from a mission. There was mayhem when it opened and out came a tall, human male that stood over them like a giant. Zim had made sure he got there before his soldiers used weapons to subdue the monkey. Gaz actually liked to keep her brother intact.

"Gaz, she invited me. Didn't she…didn't she tell you?"

"No, I believe ti slipped her mind. So, why are you here?"

"She told me that I had to come before she gave birth."

Zim seemed to accept that answer, or at least, Dib seemed to think so as he just walked away. After a minute or two of being just left there, he began to walk in the direction the green man had strolled away to.

"…I had to deal with your brother."

"Oh, I didn't, must have slipped my mind."

He walked in on Zim staring menacingly down at his sister, who just continued to sip at the metal cup she had been drinking from on the long and plush seat she reclined on. Zim sighed soon after and sat down beside her before turning his attention to Dib. He looked him up and down before shrugging.

"Invader Hundge, escort our visitor to one of the spare rooms near our chambers."

Gaz leaned over to him and whispered into the side of his face. Zim seemed to consider what she said.

"Dib, do you mind hearing your sister's voice in ecstasy?"

Dib's eye twitched and he shook his head as he looked a little ill. Zim nodded.

"At least two, no, three doors down."

The Irken took the catatonic Membrane away from the lounging area, needing to hold his hand lest he stop. Zim waited a moment before he allowed a grin to cross his face. He loved in-law visits.

TWC

"So, how far along are you?"

"Six months."

"And you decided to wait this long for a baby shower?"

"Actually, I have to wait twelve months before this one decides she's ready."

There was quiet, but Gaz could recognize the sights of laughter when she did. Helga, to her right, was smirking ever so lightly. Olga smiled off to the side of her face that was shown to the rest of the woman. Even Mandy had a small twinkle in her eye that she was hard pressed to get rid of. Helga decided she would be the first to speak.

"So, you're actually only half way there?"

"The bastard didn't even tell me."

"Criminy, well, it's not like he's cheating on you. Actually, no one in our group really has cheated or been cheated on."

Everyone shrugged or just didn't respond.

"Yeah, well, it's good to know everyone married faithfully."

"Actually, the main reason he might not is that I don't give him enough time away to really do anything. Not the cheating, but mainly how he has meetings and everything and I'll jump him for no reason other than to fuck."

"Jesus Christ, woman, no self control."

"I don't know what is. I just can't help myself and I keep on. Just this week, we've done it ten times in four days."

"…I pity the alien."

"What about you? Aren't you worried about your overbearing presence might just send him into the arms of what's her name?"

"That bitch Lila! No, trust me; I would know if he's cheating on me. I always have him followed and-."

"So what you're saying is that you can't trust him?"

"I trust Football Head; it's just those floozies I don't trust. I'm worried someone will see what I see and try to steal him. At least if he's followed, I can take out the girl before she can get in to deep."

Mandy sighed.

"I forgot how possessive you are."

"If you lived with my family and were ignored, you'd be too."

"You forget, I detested my family. I may have had some connection with them, but I didn't like how they were. Olga, you know what I mean, yes?"

"Trust her, Helga. I should know. Well, technically, I did before my brother committed suicide. Before, they would be so wrapped up in their peace and unity bull, they would even forget that I existed. When he passed, I never got time to myself. It was like trading one hell for another."

"I live in hell and trust me, it's not that bad."

"Don't you live in the Underworld?"

"Semantics. But we are veering off subject. Gaz, the best way to stave that off is to take care of yourself when you feel it coming. Don't do it too much, otherwise, he'll think you lost interest, but just enough so that you aren't ready to kill him with a smile on his face. Remember, I had to deal with that when I was pregnant with Jr.-"

"Who you didn't carry to full term."

"Helga, you know exactly why I didn't. Anyway, Joe was accepting every time I wanted it, but I could see I was sucking the life right out of him. Cool your jets or you won't have anything left to use. And trust me; trying to use your hands to keep it away makes it much better for the next time."

Gaz didn't blush, but she could feel the heat rising. Mandy took a sip of her tea and crossed her legs.

These three women were the same three girls she would interact with when she stayed in Megaville. They all had the same nature, well, except for Helga, who showed the most emotions (mainly with Arnold around).

"Speaking of uses, I don't think we ever did talk about how good our husbands, or in your case Olga, boyfriends', were in bed."

"Yeah, I don't think we should head in that direction."

"What are you afraid some of them are lacking?"

"Trust me, I only do the best."

"Olga, the only reason you used many of those guys was because you couldn't have Dexter."

"It was a small attraction, nothing too major. He just happened to be there after my brother died. We grew up in the same neighborhood. That's it. And c'mon, that 'football head' has to get in the way some time."

"Actually, I have it pretty well, both ways if we want to get technical."

"Both ways?"

"Top and bottom."

"I don't think he can have a very good tongue if his head's as wide half as a dinner plate."

"Oh, shut it. In truth, his tongue's long, as if his head had to compensate it."

"Yeah, well, most of that head is probably where his junk went."

"Nope, complete opposite. His head's where most of that blood has to go if he isn't using it."

"…you think you have the complete package, don't you. Great husband, great sex."

"I don't like to toot my own horn, but…yeah."

Mandy completely ignored the conversation between Olga and Helga while Gaz couldn't help, but get interested. Zim wasn't all those things. He had a long tongue and most of the time, she would want him using it, but if he was hard as well, he couldn't control it and it would spaz on her insides. His bottom was good enough…scratch that, the whole tentacle foreskin made any vibrator be put to shame.

"What about you, Gaz?"

"Me? Well, I mean, he has a good tongue, but has a hard time controlling it if he's also, ya know, up there. But when it comes down to it, he's pretty good for an alien."

"Damnit...Mandy?"

Mandy looked up at Olga and quirked a brow before shaking her head.

"…I had to visit him more than the usual times this year."

Even Gaz gasped upon the news. Mandy had more self control than any of them. She didn't have sex with Joe unless she really needed him or it was a holiday. Mainly because he was just a spirit, he didn't have a problem with it.

"Why don't we just end this and say we all have good lives."

The married ones nodded, but Olga seemed to pout.

"God, I need to find that bastard."

"Who?"

"The right guy! Don't you have a brother, Gaz?"

"Trust me; you don't want to do it to yourself."

That brought a chuckle from Helga and even a smirk from Mandy. Olga let out a long suffering sigh and reclined in her chair. Gaz looked over to her.

"What you have to understand is that they'll find you. Don't go looking for that guy, you won't ever find the right person. And make sure that you don't past up on a good looking nerd. Not one of those snooty ones that think they know everything, the quieter ones."

"That's going to get every nerd's hopes up.

Gaz smiled as she took in her life. Her life was as good as it could get. Perfection was only six more months away.

TWC

"FUCKING ZIM!"

Gaz screeched at the top of her lungs as she felt knives cut across her nerves. It was as if she were passing a whole watermelon through her stomach and it was just taking all of her insides with it.

Well, she was kinda exaggerating. It was only painful during the contractions, but they still hurt like a sonuva-

"Push, milady!"

"AAARGH!"

Fuck it all, she wished she was getting shot instead. Zim was on her side, the ever protective alien, but he was quickly losing his instinct to stay. Not like he could get anywhere; kung fu grip was one of her specialties.

"ZIM, I'll fucking kill aaAAAHHHH!"

Zim didn't even have the strength to speak back, the pain from her superhuman grip making him black in and out. His head wobbled. She didn't care. He was sharing this.

"Just a couple more times, milady, I promise."

"Don't make promises you can't keep!"

She screamed and gripped the side of the bed, tearing a hole into whatever made up the alien foam. She thrashed her head so hard, the Irken team were afraid she'd break her neck.

"Push!"

"FUUUUCK you, Zim! Next time, you'll be the bitch!"

Zim wasn't listening. The remains of his conscious left him after the last contractions and now his hand was more of a squishy stress ball. Gaz sweated out her pain and almost went with her husband.

"NO! Milady, you must keep awake! Wet her with cold water, now!"

She felt the sponge wipe at her face and the cold shocked her back into the room. She remembered she was supposed to be doing something important, but she couldn't think through all the aching.

"Milady, you must push!"

She tried again and it somehow felt a little easier.

"I can see the head! Push once more, my Queen!"

Gaz gave in and clenched her lower extremities once more. The pain finally began to sweep away when a new pain grew. A loud echo filled her ears and she clenched her eyes slightly at the sound. It was so loud; she could barely hear the doctor.

"Congratulations, my Queen. It's a female Smeet."

She looked over to see the lump of flesh. She couldn't see very well as her vision was no limited to her fading consciousness, but she saw the doctor walk to the examining table and clean her. Apparently, the Irkens were all unaffected to the echo besides the rapid twitching of their antennae. If she looked to her left, she would see Zim's also in rapid movement. The sound lowered and she slumped back in a more comforting recline.

"Milady?"

She looked down to see the doctor hand her a purple cover. She picked up the weight and brought it o her chest. Farther than the bed, everything was blurry. Close up, she still had a perfect vision. It came in handy as she profiled this thing in her hands.

It was her first notice that her body was actually that of a human baby and wisps of purple hair sprouted out her head. Her tiny hands, Gaz noticed, were human until they got to the ends at which the changed into the claws Irkens usually had. Her ears at the sides of her head were almost normal, elfin a little at the top. But it was her eyes that brought out the most of a mix of alien and human. Even though they were lidded, she could figure her entire eyes, irises and pupils, were covered in a shiny sap of amber. Her entire eyes were the color of her pupils, the pupils her mother gave to her.

This…thing was a complex mix of two very different species of intelligent forms of life. This…she was hers. God, she'd been calling it a thing for the past five minutes.

She shook her head and twitched a smile, her eyes lidding.

"So what shall be her name?"

Had Gaz not been holding Her, she would've jumped at his voice. Zim was leaning on the steel pole that kept her from rolling out of the bed. His antennae twitched repeatedly.

"You're the father, you should name her."

"Irken. I'll give her an Irken name if you let me. You may want to name her."

Gaz thought about it.

"Latica."

Even Zim had to raise a brow at that. Gaz shrugged, but smiled anyway. Zim copied her and nodded to the nurse. He would have laid his head on his arms, but she trusted the baby into his chest before he could. He looked flustered and looked down at the baby, but tilted his head back and forth like she had; looking at her critically and finding things that made Latica his child.

TWC

"She's so cute! Hey, I'm your uncle."

The little Irken stared at him before darting back into her mother's chest, going back to the early suckling she had conducted. Dib seemed to deflate at that, but straightened and shrugged to Zim.

"So what's her name?"

"Latica."

"What?"

"Gaz, named her."

"And it's a good name."

"…I beg to differ-Ow!"

Zim had hit him in the thigh nonchalantly. Gaz had ignored it and held her baby with more care as she fed. Dib crossed his arms while Zim held his wrists together behind his back.

"Finally, I can hear myself think. It's a miracle."

"Trust me, be happy you have these types of silences. My husband and general can't seem to agree on anything."

Her Maid of Honor walked in past the corridor, Helga right behind her.

"Olga couldn't make it."

Mandy said it as if she were talking about someone being sick. Helga was in her mentor outfit.

"So where's the kid?"

Gaz sat back up and hitched her shoulders so everyone could see her. Mandy nodded while Helga smirked.

"She looks like you both."

"Yeah, just a little freaky."

"Her name's Latica."

"Compared to your name, hers is pretty normal."

"Shut up."

Gaz looked down at the baby and breathed in her newborn scent. She would do what her mother didn't or rather couldn't do for her. She would raise this child together with the person-er, scratch that, being that she had created her with.

She looked to Zim and grabbed his neck harshly, bringing him down to her and kissed him. Even though Dib was the only one who reacted badly (gagging and making heaving noises), Mandy and Helga had felt for the objects of their significant other. Helga opened the locket of her and Arnold while Mandy fingered the skull ornament on her suit.

Looking upon this moment later, she would deny Zim's claim that she teared up, even if she knew he could feel them on his face.

Let me explain Latica's name. Gaz's name, Gazelene, is just gasoline made for a girl. Latica is made for the Arctica in Antarctica. Kinda corny and I don't know if it'll work, but yeah...don't care.

So, a long ass piece of something I had actually been working on since Christmas. I hope it doesn't take you all too long to read this, but people still have lives where as I have been locked up by these things called stories. Writers, please don't let your stories take over your lives. And if you wish to save my life, review. Please do it.