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Chapter Nine: Electric Fune'ral

Astro andTenma

Astro huffed and began chewing his lower lip. Digging his incisors into it harshly, staring out the passenger door window at the rain and mist colliding together around the mostly bare branches of the oak tree's lining the street they lived on. The clouds overhead were a nasty, swirling mixture of pink, and red and black and snot yellow due to mother nature trying a bit too hard to get a sunset to look nice during a rain storm. They had just gotten back from dropping Cora off at her apartment complex, and were sitting stationary in the drive way now, Nora floating just outside with an umbrella waiting for them to get out.

Tenma was the first to break the awkward silence by fiddling around with his coat and gloves… making an unnecessary amount of noise. Then, stepped out of his side of the car and said, "Get out of the car, boy. And quit looking at me like I'm the chunky in your morning milk. It's not my fault you were too chicken to make a move on the girl."

Astro closed his eyes and took a deep, un-needed breath, and got out as well. The rain drops hitting his artificial skin, running their course down his fingertips and then hitting the ground, felt weird. Like needles with a faint electric pulse being run over him. He tromped irritably through the puddles up the walk way to the porch and kicked off his boots by the door and waited while his dad took a more leisurely pace, trying to make sure no rain mussed his shiny new gators. Nora had this odd sort of goggle eyed look on her face. One robotic eye focused on his father, and the other pointed in his direction. Probably out of confusion at not knowing who she was supposed to hold the umbrella over since there was technically only one master of the house now.

"I wasn't too chicken. It just didn't seem like the right time."

"Not the right time? She practically threw herself at you!"

"It was a simple hug goodbye dad—why do you always have to make stuff out to be more than it really is?"

He'd finally made it up onto the porch, and was jiggling the keys around in the doorknob. Astro took a moment to wipe the wet off his face and hands, then stepped over the threshold into the foyer once the door was opened and headed into the living room. He hadn't been able to tell Cora he liked her. He hadn't even been able to hint at it. No knowing glance. No brush of the fingertips over the back of a hand…nothing. And it was all his dads fault.

"I'm not! I saw the way you were looking at each other when you were hanging up your clothes."

was slipping off his coat, and Nora, behind him, managed to catch it just before it hit the ground and slung it up on the coat rack. His gloves were lying one on top of the other on the cabinet next to the stairs.

"You weren't supposed to see anything! Did it ever cross your mind—the entire time you were watching us talk through hacking Nora's eyes- that maybe I wanted a little privacy?"

Astro plopped down on the couch, waiting for the deep, tobacco smoke ridden chuckle and poor attempt at evading further blame. He didn't have to wait long. He got just what he was expecting not a moment after his butt hit the pillows, and promptly prepared a rebuttal.

"For all you know it could've been one of the neighbor kids."

"There aren't any kids in this neighborhood dad! Remember? That's why we left Clover River. You didn't wanna be distracted from your work."

"Hush boy. What difference does all that make now? You got to have friends over this past weekend didn't you? And I even let your little would-be girlfriend spend the night."

Tenma sat down in his favorite armchair and propped his feet up, looking up through the sky-light in the ceiling at the sunlight managing to pierce its way in through the clouds outside. By his standards it hadn't been bad. No water rings on the coffee table. No punch stains on the carpet or on the couches…and they hadn't made as much noise as he'd thought they would either. There was only one thing in particular about the days past events that bothered him. The conversation between his son and Cora that he'd just happened to overhear an hour and a half ago. The one about him wanting to step up and start trying to police Metro City's beleaguered, crime ridden streets. The way it had played out, he had every reason to believe he wasn't really serious about it. He'd said things like that when he was young to impress girls too…but still. Joking or not. It was something he felt needed to be talked about.

Astro was lying on his side on the couch, all thoughts of anything going on outside his house at the moment, non-existent. The only thing on his mind being what he'd been thinking about since the day before. He looked up at Tenma, worry evident in his features, and as was his custom when someone attempted to make eye contact with him, Tenma turned away awkwardly. Trying to make it look as though something across the room had gotten his attention suddenly.

"So..you think she might actually like me?"

An intake of breath, and then the scent of fruity Turkish tobacco wafted over in his direction a second later.

"Why wouldn't she? You're a great catch."

Astro frowned and pulled his knees up to his chest self-consciously. He wasn't sure if that was a genuine compliment or not. You could never really tell with his dad. It was always somewhere in between.

"Are you being a jerk or do you actually mean that?..And if you do mean it then how so?"

"I never say anything I don't mean son. Or at least I don't try to. And as for what qualities you have that make you the aforementioned 'great catch'..well..there are a number of them. For instance..you're kind hearted. Generous. Mild-mannered. Brave. Outgoing. Patient..and one of the most forgiving people I've ever known. All things that..should you ever choose to really commit..would make you a great a superhero. And a really shitty boyfriend. "

"How-?"

"Think about it."

"If this is about-!"

"THINK! Be quiet and think Tobias, before you jump the gun and figure I'm just assuming things again."

Astro sat up and went into Indian-style, hands in his lap. The last part of what he'd said was obviously about what he'd asked Cora about earlier that morning. The him stopping bank robbers and crime-fighting thing. Were he to actually go out and do it, a few weeks from now, the 'shitty boyfriend' thing would be a pretty reasonable assumption to try and bring to the table if you were on the outside looking in and happened to read a lot of Spider Man comics. There was always a chance Cora wouldn't feel the same, and even if she did, he'd never have all the time necessary to really be there for her when she needed him. No matter how fast he could blast back and forth across town. 'Going hero' was honestly the last thing he wanted to talk about at the moment though. And he didn't understand why his dad had decided to introduce something so unimportant and non-serious in such a dramatic fashion.

He blinked, frowned for a split second, then flopped right back down onto the couch and closed his eyes, disappointed. He'd been hoping maybe he'd be able to get some good advice. Or at least a confidence boosting compliment or two.

"Dad…. the only reason I asked her what she'd think about me doing something like that is because I wanted to know how she felt about me before I said anything."

Tenma tapped his pipe again and started to refill, silky black brows bunched together in concentration over the two tasks he was currently trying to tackle. Having a smoke and trying to figure out what it was he was supposed to say to his son next. He could always just apologize. Apologize and go sit in his study and watch old soap operas from the fifties for the rest of the day. No. That would just make him look even more socially inept. But what the hell could he really say to him? How was he supposed to give advice about things like this? It wasn't anything at all like talking to a twenty-five year old banking intern at a bar about some dusty piece he was trying to wax after you'd had a few. And it wasn't anything like trading stories with washed out old man Elefun either…queer though he might be. This was his son. And he was interested in a real girl. A nice girl. Who had a good head on her shoulders. At least from what he could gather seeing them interact with one another.

Tenma cleared his throat and looked up from the least important of the two things he was doing, navy blue eyes reflecting his son's silhouette. Best to just go with best line he could think of to recover from his latest communicative debacle.

"I imagine…I imagine she likes you…somewhat."

Astro's rolled over onto his side. This time with his back facing toward his dad. Why had he had to be cursed with the most conversationally awkward man in the universe for a father? It was nice that he was at least trying. Seeing as how a month or two ago, all it would have been was a grunt and a sneer...but…jeeze. 'I imagine she likes you somewhat ?'

He sighed, and after another minute, rolled back over to face him again.

"We're you like this with mom, too?"

Tenma looked away, slumping down in his chair slightly, the corners of his mouth angled downward, forearms and hands gripping the arm rest's tightly in his trademarked, defensive sitting posture.

"Cut me a break boy. I'm still getting used to this whole 'communication' thing."

"It's not that hard dad. I just need you to give me some girl advice. You're…how old?"

"Thirty-seven."

"Thirty-seven! You have lots of experience with women by now, don't you?"

Astro sat up, head tilted to the side. Looking imploringly at his father.

Tenma looked at him out of the corner of his eyes. Pretty much squinting now. Those big brown eyes of his. His mother's eyes. She used to be able to convince him to do just about anything with that look. And when Astro had been younger..or rather…when Toby had been younger…he'd used it on him as well to get him to buy things he wanted from the toy store. And now he was using it to try to pump him for information about women. He wanted to know about girls? Fine. He'd tell him all about them. Everything his thirty-seven years as a member of the male sex had taught him. He grinned, and his eyes started to take on that dark, hooded, mischievous look his employee's up at the Ministry so feared. Business before pleasure, however. There were a few things he wanted to try to take care of before he sat down and discussed the birds and the bees.

Astro dropped his 'look at how cute I am' face completely upon seeing the new expression on his father's face, and went back to trying to look like disappointed and bored. That look never meant anything good. He needed to remind himself next time not to ham it up so much when he was fishing for advice about something, else he end up with more on his plate than he bargained for.

"We'll discuss my experiences with women later. Right now…why don't we run off into the kitchen for a bit and do a little prep-work for our big debut tomorrow? Hmm?"

Astro gulped a little and nodded, a pale blue blush creeping up onto his cheeks from the water and blue core energy circulating through him. Maybe he ought to have waited and asked Dr. Elefun instead. This up-coming talk didn't seem like it was going to end well. Not for him leastways.

Emily Niele

One thirty in the morning. Her cut off time. And oh did it feel good to finally be slipping her sweaty, aching feet out of those tennis shoes. Never..ever…over the course of her entire thirty-four years of living had she been this sick of hearing the voices of other people. She was lying on the couch in her living room, stretched out to full length, eyes closed, hand's to her sides, listening to, and appreciating the relative quiet.

Tomorrow it would all be over. It would all be back in Robert's hands. He'd walk out in his blue suit…eyes and cheeks infused with good health and vitality…introduce himself to Tenma and Astro..and to the people of Metro City..and all would be well. She would go back to her old job of being his right-hand woman, Secretary of State. And finally, after several long months of neglect…she would get to do all the nice 'pampery' things for herself that she'd dreamed about doing when she'd been busy running the city. Things like getting a pedicure, or a deep tissue massage. Or actually having time enough to thoroughly wash her hair during a bath. And sleeping too. She was most definitely looking forward to the sleep she would be catching up on. Just thinking about it…sleeping for more than six hours a night, made the normally very stoic Emily, grin like she'd just escaped out of a maximum security prison with the Warden's keys in her teeth. A thought came to her and her euphoric mood faltered…and sort of…deflated. This was a sure thing wasn't it? Sure it was. At least she hoped so.

She looked down at her dried, yellowed, and cracked toe nails, and at the steadily rising black and purple blisters garnishing the tops and bottoms. The last time she'd visited the so-called Commander and Chief, he'd moved from the homey, butter colored interior of his den to the more austere and formal environment of his office and layover quarters at the government building. He'd been smiling and happy. Ready to get to work. And work he had. Though not exactly in the way she and everyone else in his cabinet had been expecting him to. He 'd spent most of his time looking over ledgers, and looking out the window at the construction taking place, and the slow, but gradual reduction, of refugee tents in the square and various alleyways. It had taken a lot of time, and patience, and screaming in the faces of landlords and company heads..but for about a week and a half how…apartment building's and home's for rent in various neighborhoods had been opening their doors to new tenants due to a good deal of forceful pushing during Emily's temporary regime. What was supposed to be a temporary regime anyway. There was reason to doubt it on the one hand, and just the mere thought of having another day like today made her whole body ache.

Robert had done nothing but stand idly by without saying a single word when two businessmen from a major oil company had come in to speak to them in person concerning damage that had been done to their distillery during the Peacekeeper conflict. They'd been rude. Blatantly disrespectful. Spitting chewing tobacco juice into the potted plants, banging their fists on the desk top, and demanding that something be done about the last little remaining damage done to their factory. They'd even had the audacity to try to threaten her. She, Emily Niele, newest Champion of the Downtrodden. And it wasn't until security had finally had to be called that Rob finally said or did anything without expressly asking her opinion beforehand, which was another thing that worried her. It was never 'I'm going to do this.' Or 'I'm going to do that.' since he'd come back. It was perfectly natural for him to want to ask questions about things seeing as how he hadn't been able to be on the forefront of anything for a while, but the way he was going about it wasn't at all as take charge as it ought to be. But then again..maybe she was being overly sensitive. Maybe he was just feeling a little overwhelmed still. It was a lot afterall..being president. Not only did you have to contend with the people's displeasure at the decisions you made…but you also had to try to make up for the mistakes of your predecessor. It wasn't a job for the faint of heart. Yes. Oversensitivity was all it was. It had been too long since she'd had time to worry about anything else and she was being too quick to judge someone else's methods without really thinking about them. Rob was going to step up and do his job just like he'd promised the people of Metro City he would all those months ago. He'd just needed a brief reprieve in order to get himself together. Tomorrow, everything would be fine, and he would be back to his old self.

Emily sat up, smiling. Yawned, then turned and stood her way up off the couch, stretching, and shaking all the kinks out of her joints. It was time for a bath. A nice, long, hot bubble bath with strawberry scent salts. And then, provided she didn't end up doing it in the tub, a good hard snooze in her queen size bed with the covers pulled up to her shoulders.

Robert Logan

Ten and a half billion. She'd only used ten and half billion dollars out of the entire eighty she'd had at her disposal. And it had all been used in the appropriate manner. Not a single cent was wasted. No traces of laundering. Nothing. Not a single mistake or blemish in her entire time acting as temporary replacement for him. No social fopaux committed during meetings with other politicians or officials…not even a rumor of her sleeping around with anyone or having an eating disorder in any of the news front tabloids. She was the perfect politician. No. That couldn't be. He needed to look over these numbers again. Re-read the news articles. There had to be something Emily had gotten wrong. Something she hadn't already beaten him to the punch on. Something he could do to get his name out there. To get people interested in getting to know the real President. The real Robert Logan.

Dianna Marie Logan, wife, and first lady, had been shuffling from room to room all day with their two children in an effort to keep them out of his way, and was now seated across from him in one of the large, brown and oak leather chairs they had had in their living room, reading a copy of Cosmopolitain and occasionally glancing over at him out of the corner of her eye. Always trying her hardest not to look worried or frazzled in anyway in case it made his condition of the previous few weeks suddenly decide to come back. She looked a good bit like him physically, and had a lot of the same personality traits as he did, at least where it counted anyway, save for a few, key differences. She was tall and dark haired. He was short, stocky and fair haired. She was nervous and fidgety and noticed things other people didn't. Robert tended to take things for their face value only. Her eyes were grey. A deep irony sort of grey, a trait inherited by both thier kids. His were a watery washed out blue. She had thick skin and could let peoples disparaging comments about something she happened to do or say incorrectly, go. He couldn't. Which was why, right now, he was sitting over across the room working up a sweat over Emily's emmaculate book keeping skills. He was upset he'd had that nervous breakdown and had taken so long to recover. Upset that her name was the only one people knew. And terrified that anything he tried to do from tomorrow morning on would be forever overshadowed by someone else's achievements.

Dianna closed the magazine in her lap and squared up her lips and eyebrows so she was displaying more neutral emotions than what she was actually feeling, and said, "Rob, you've got a big day tomorrow. It's pretty late. Don't you think you oughta be trying to get in these last six—seven hours while you've got the chance?"

He didn't look up, just nodded curtly in response to her question, idly running his fingers through the sad looking dirty blonde bangs hanging over his face. His shoulders sagged with fatigue and he sat back in his chair, eyes watering up from staring at printed type in low light for so long.

"I should, and I will, but…I want to ask you something first. About me."

Mrs. Logan stood up, blinking slowly, knowing what was coming, and wishing for all she was worth that there was some way to avoid it.

"Do you think I should resign?"

Dianna started her way toward the stair landing, working on twisting her hair up into a braid as she did so. Fishing for compliments. He was always fishing for compliments! Always looking for other people's approval in everything he did. She'd never understood it. He could charm anyone into doing anything he wanted them to do when he really set his mind to it. He was an impeccable dresser, a wonderful father, and a loving husband. And when it came to his political ambitions he was as honest and forthcoming a man as you could find anywhere. His only problem was that he lacked confidence in his ability to get things done. Especially when he was constantly being met with people whom it seemed could do so much better. Part of her wanted to tell him yes. Resign and let Emily take care of it all. See if he couldn't possibly barter for the head of the Board of Education job. All the running around and answering questions and being on T.V all the time didn't seem to bother Emily at all. He was the one who had a wife and kids to come home to at the end of the day. She was young. Still in her early thirties and wasn't prone to anxiety attacks and night sweats. Dianna looked over her shoulder, frowning at her husband. If she told him that…that she thought Emily was more fit for duty than he was…he'd curl up into him-self just like he had before. Only this time it would be the loss of his manhood he'd be reduced to tears over.

Robert looked up at his wife after waiting a good minute for an answer to his question, a very serious…and very apathetic look on his face. The low light in the room made it possible for her to see the little blades of grey hair sticking up in the stubble on his chin and the one or two flecks of it on the top of his head. Looked like he'd managed to gain another forehead wrinkle while pouring over those books too. Best to keep it simple and not give him too much else to think about. Dianna stopped fiddling with the strands of hair in her hands, turned, placed one hand on the stair banister, and smiled her most convincing smile...radiating false matronly confidence.

"I think you should do whatever you think is best for yourself and the family, dear."

Robert nodded, then went back to looking around the room and occasionally yawning and mumbling things to himself. Dianna stood up on the landing a moment. Not long. Just for another few minutes to see if anything would change or if he would ask her anything else. He didn't, and she went on about her nightly business. Feeling secure in the answer she'd given. Never thinking for a second that he'd picked up anything other than the goodly spousal support she'd thought she'd done such a good job of portraying in her act. As soon as he heard the door close up stairs, Robert looked down at the piles of paper sitting in front of him on the coffee table and pushed them off onto the other side with the tip of his pointer finger. Disdainfully, as if they were nothing but crumpled up, used, Kleenexes. He needed to get cracking on a new speech before he got too tired and fell asleep. President Niele was going to need to have something to say to her public tomorrow.

Cora

"What is it exactly that you like about him Cora?"

"I dunno…everything I guess."

"So…you're actually attracted to him? Even knowing what he is on the inside?"

Cora frowned and turned away. Not particularly liking the way the current conversation was going. She and her mother had been discussing the ins and outs of her crush on Astro since she'd gotten home..and it was just as awkward as all the other times. They were sitting on the couch, half-eaten, now cold potatoes and chicken breasts in front of them in front of them on the coffee table next to mugs of over-sugary, weak, tea. The T.V was fuzzing in the background due to the sattlelite on the roof having been out for the past two days. It was on really just as background noise because they couldn't get used to sleeping without the sound of it.

Cora pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. Trying to think about the answer to the question she'd just been asked. It such a weird thing to even consider. Finding a robot physically attractive? Did he think she was pretty? Do robots even think about stuff like that? And out of all of the question's she asked him the night before..why hadn't she thought about asking that one! Then again….looking back…all his answers to the question's had been….pretty uninteresting ones. Stuff normal people…human people would likely use as a response.

-Flashback-

"Cora…c'mon. I'm really not that different from you when it comes to stuff like that.."

"But you don't have a brain..so like…doesn't that mean you don't have the same idea's about what's inappropriate and appropriate like regular people do?"

The faint sound of a car skidding on the road could be heard in the background coming from Astro's 52 inch flat screen T.V set in between the two windows in front of his bed. They'd been playing Mario Kart 64 for about an hour now. And Cora had long since gotten bored with it. Astro was still playing. Just not actually looking at the screen for the sake of being a polite host and giving her his full attention. Or rather..98.9% of it. Two percent of his concentration and only half of one of his Core Energy was all he needed to keep Luigi in the lead and dodge turtle shells and banana peels from opposing drivers. He furrowed his eyebrows in irritation at the 'no brain' comment.

"I DO have a brain Cora. Just..not…like yours…or my dads. Mine is electronic."

Cora stuffed a handful of Cheetoh's into her mouth after letting out a loud smelly burp. Astro scrunched up is nose and looked away. She KNEW he could smell and hear that a thousand times more than the average person! Why for the love of god did she keep doing it?

"Which means fwhat?"

"It MEANS that if you burp in my face one more time—I'll use my finger laser to write my name on your butt!"

"Okay! Sorry! Now answer my question about yer' 'lectronic bwain!"

Astro sighed and put down the game controller, trying to rub the smell of cheese, throw up and NowAndLater's out of his nostrils. Letting Luigi's cart slide into the back of Princess Peach and effectively running them both off the road.

"It's…really small okay?"

"Your brain?.."

"Yeah. It's about the size of your pinky finger. Maybe smaller. And it..from what my dad tells me…is the reason why I'm..still me. I guess."

"Oh…how can you put a personality into something that TINY? And where…in your um..'body' is it?"

"In my chest..near where my kidney's used to be."

"So…it's not in your head?"

"No."

Cora blinked at him in confusion, suddenly felt uncomfortable looking at him, and started surveying the snack bowl in front of her. Why wouldn't a person's brain be placed in their head? And if everything was in his chest cavity…what was in his head? Could he still move around without it? And what he'd said about his personality. It's on a computer chip…so does that make him..fake somehow? An awkward robotic copy of…what was his real name again..Tobio Tenma?

Cora reached slowly into the bowl on the side with the Chex Mix and picked up a few, then glanced back up at Astro. He was still rubbing his nose around and looking at her. Only this time when she looked in his eyes she saw a little more than just general irritation at the funky smell radiating in the air. He looked sorta….sad. How was it he even KNEW when he was supposed to be sad? Or feel any emotion at all? And why did she suddenly feel the urge to kiss him on the forehead? So many questions. And so little time it seemed to ask them. Maybe that..and the look on his face was an indication that it was time to stop and try a little later.

"Huh…that's..cool."

"I guess."

Cora jumped…and let out a loud squeak, feeling some kind of air blowing her shirt and hair around and looked up behind her to see the other robot. Whose name Astro said was 'Nora' floating over her. Looking all…pink. And menacing.

Astro laughed. "Yeah Nora?"

-Flashback End-

No. Nothing really all that interesting at all. And just thinking that made her feel guilty.

Cora scratched her head, and then peered back over at Demimia. Who, as always, no matter what going on, when she was away from work, as cool as cucumber in her ratty oil-stained over-all's. Cora looked back down at her toes and proceeded to pick at the chipping toe-nail polish on them. Physically…what did she like about Astro? It was a question that had to be asked. No matter how just plain odd it was. Because she was sure..now more than ever…that she liked him. As more than a friend. What type of guys had she looked at before he came along? Guy's with dark hair. That was one thing. And then..

Cora's face visibly reddened and she put her face in her hands to hide it. She didn't have the patience to sit around trying to think about this anymore. It was just..stupid!

"So…I take that as yes then?"

Cora grunted irritably.

Demimia chuckled, shook her head, and stood up. Wiping the crumbs off her shirtfront, and tossing the long braid she usually kept her hair in back behind her shoulder.

"I don't care, Cora."

Cora sniffed loudly and looked back up, blowing a pink, straggely strand of hair out of her mouth.

"Care about what?"

"You having the hot's for robo-boy."

"Can you please stop reminding me of that?"

Demimia unhooked one of the straps of her over-all's, yawned, and started walking off towards her bedroom.

"It seem's to me hun..that you're the one that keeps reminding herself what he is. Or rather what he isn't. You consider yourself to be all young and progressive and whatnot. Listening to loud music an' pissing off our landlord…have you ever stopped to think that maybe the rhyme or the reason for him functioning the way he does doesn't matter? And that you're stressing yourself out trying to not be interested in the boy?"

"That's the thing mom—he's not a boy really. I don't even know if he…if he's…you know."

"Anatomically correct?"

"Yeah…that."

"Does it matter? If you ask me, you're too young for that sort of thing anyway."

"I just-."

"You just what Cora honey? If you like him…you like him. Do you ever ask yourself why it is you like the television so much?"

"No.."

"Then there you go!"

Cora went back to staring at the bad paint job on her feet, and a second later, she heard the door snap shut, and the sound of her mother getting undressed and tossing her clothes in the laundry basket she kept in the corner. She was right. She usually always was. What did it matter what he was made of so long as he was around and treated her the same? Who's to say she'd have liked him anymore or any less when he was a regular kid? Who's to say he was even really the same as he was back then? He coulda been an asshole for all she knew.

Cora stood up off the couch after a little bit, and picked up her and her mom's left over's and sat them over in the microwave for in the morning. Out the kitchen window, she could only just make out the far off window lights of all the rich, hoity-toity people living in Astro's neighborhood. Tomorrow was the day he was supposed to meet the President. Tomorrow also happened to be a Friday. A good day…as far as cheap romance novels were concerned..to tell someone you liked them. Cora shrugged, went off to her room, and shut the door. Worst came to worst…he'd say something really awkward when she told him and they'd avoid each other for a while. Yeah. She could tell him. No problem. No problem at all. She hoped.

A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed that. Now, on to right the final chapter. Chapter Ten. This didn't come out exactly as I'd thought it would. I had a lot of trouble with coming up with ideas for it. Hopefully it'll be easier next go round. Remember guys. You're free to ask me questions about anything you don't understand.

-BerryCoffeeCake