Cartman sat at the edge of his bed with his head in his hands.
"Why dont you just get the fuck out?! Get the fuck out and go
fuck some random guy on the street! that's what you do isnt it?
Isnt It?!"
"No, I dont I-"
SMACK
"Dont fucking talk to me like that!"
He heard through the walls.
he rubbed his face in his hands.
He was hearing this, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Rick kept yelling in Lianne's bedroom.
Cartman got up from his bed, down the steps,
toke some whisky out of the Refridgerator and went out side.
He first sat against his house on the porch, But he could still hear Rick yelling,
So he sat on the steps of his porch.
He breathed in deeply and let out a cold sigh.
He opened the bottle and tipped it back drinking it whole.
Then swung it back, placing it next to him and toke out a ciggerate and lit it.
Enhaling the smoke in,
"You know what you are?! You know what this whole town thinks of you -"
He heard from inside.
Cartman sighed.
Where did everything go fucking wrong?
Cartman felt his pocket vibrate and he reached and toke it out.
'Kyle
calling'
it rang.
Cartman rolled his eyes and pressed iggnore.
He didnt want to deal with his shit right now.
He toke another inhale from his ciggerate.
"You push, and push and push Lianne!
I cant fucking take it!"
Cartman rubbed his head and felt liike his eyes began to start burning..
He pushed his fingers into his eyes to stop himself.
He couldnt fucking take it in this place anymore.
No fucking way was he sleeping here.
Cartman put out the ciggerate to the wood on the porch and
Quickly ran inside, Hearing Rick's screaming, grabbed his keys from the table and slamed the
door behind him.
Cartman parked his car infront of Kenny's house on the dirt road.
He swung open the door and got out, looking at the brown house old
house. Still crappy as always.
Cartman knew there was no way he was going to sleep at his
house tonight.. He didnt want to go through that again.
Cartman got to the door,
Knock ... KNock knock knock..
Nothing.
Cartman frowned,
Knock knock knock knock knock
The door swung open and the orange coated hoodie with
blonde hair opened it.
"Cartman?"
"Yeah, yeah, look dude.
I need somewhere to stay for the night.
I serriously cant go back to my house."
Kenny shrugged and moved aside for him to come in.
Cartman raised his eyebrow to him,
Strange he just let him stay over no questions asked..
Though he probably already knew why he didnt want to spend the night at his house.
Cartman came in instantly smelling the air of cat pee and smoke.
He walked on the Gray stained Carpet to the ratty couch That had holes in it
where the cussion was sticking out and slowly sat down.
He was pretty sure he felt crumbs on the couch.
Kenny sat beside him, and Cartman looked to him.
"No need to explain" Kenny said.
Cartman looked away.
Kenny got up, "Wanna coke?" he asked walking into their kitchen.
"Uh.. sure" Cartman called.
Cartman looked forward to Kenny's old Tv set with two entena's sticking out
from the top. Cartman saw the remote on the side and pressed the tv on.
Twilight appeared on the screen with static,
Cartman switched the channel and the food channel came on with even more static,
"Kenny, Your Tv's broken!" He called switching the boring channels.
Kenny came back in the living room with two coca cola's
"Oh, No. That's all we get." He said sitting down and held out a can to Cartman.
Cartman rolled his eyes to the tv and shut it off, grabbing the coke.
Kenny grinned, "You were so fucking hungover this morning Cartman" he smiled.
Cartman store at him. Well of corse he would know.
"Yeah" he said plainly, and flipped open his coke.
"What'd you have?"
"Uhh.. I think it was whisky and alittle vodka."
"Dude, you have to try vodka with orange juice" Kenny smiled.
Cartman smiled a bit. He wish Kyle was more like Kenny about that.
Cartman looked to him, "Where's your parents?"
Kenny shrugged "My dad? Who the fuck knows. and My mom,
last I heard she was going grociery shopping but that was four hours ago."
Cartman looked down to his pop.
Who would have thought there would ever be a day where
Cartman wished he had Kenny's parents?
Their just gone a lot, and drink too much.
Fucking better then what he had at home now.
Cartman felt Kenny's hand touch his back,
"It'll be ok" he said.
Cartman could never get how Kenny could always tell what people
were thinking, It scared him sometimes.
Knock Knock Knock
Kenny looked to the door.
"Who the fuck's that?"
Kenny got up from the couch and opened it.
Kyle stode there, "Hey Kenny I was wondering if-"
Kyle stopped when he saw Cartman sitting inside the house
looking at him. Kyle frowned, "Why is he here?" he asked suspiciously.
Kenny laughed at the thought Kyle was reconcidering the whole cheating thing.
"He just needed a place to stay for the night."
Kyle leaned left from Kenny looking to Cartman,
"Your sleeping over at Kennys?"
Cartman shrugged.
"Well.. um.. be right back" He said and the Red haired boy
started running down the street.
Kenny raised his eyebrow and looked to Cartman.
"hah, dont ask me. I never know what the fuck he's doing"
Kenny shrugged.
"Mom, Can I sleep over at Kenny's tonight?" Kyle asked his mother eagerily as he
just walked in the door.
Shelia frowned, "No Kyle. Your grounded."
"I know, But Ma I really have too"
Sheila raised her eyebrow in suspision "WHY?"
"Um.. Me and Kenny were uh, assigned together for a school
project, It'll take us all night to do it."
Shelia's face soffened, "I thought you didnt have any classes with Kenny."
"I do."
"Oh.. um.. Well as long as It's alright with his mother.
And Kyle, Know I'm going to Be calling Mrs. MCcormick later to make
sure your staying the night and your not.. Somewhere else" she said,
obviously refuring to Last friday night.
"I wont, Thanks mom" Kyle said running up the stairs to get his stuff ready.
He grabbed a bag jaming the stuff he needed.
"- - Dunno.. she called a few weeks ago sayin he was at his girlfriend's house or somethin
like that."
"Dude.. your parents havent heard from him sense?!"
Kenny shrugged "He'll come back eventually he always does." Kenny said takeing a long swig of
His coke. ' I wish Rick just didnt care about me.. not that he does care about me.. just leaves
me alone. Like the MCcormicks to to their kids.' he thought
Kenny looked back to Cartman who looked deep in thought.
"You Ok?" He asked.
Cartman jumped at the question, then looked at him and nooded.
"Oh yeah, yeah. just thinkin.."
Kenny raised his eyebrow suspiciously, "About what?"
"Oh nothing.. Uh Kenny How the fuck did you die last time?"
Cartman asked, and toke a sip of his coke.
Kenny grinned, "Kyle killed me."
Cartman's eye's went wide, "Kahl? WHy?!"
Kenny shrugged still grinning, "He thought you were cheating on him with me."
A moment of silence went by and Cartman started holloring out in laughter.
"You fucking serrious?!" He asked, wipping a tear away from his eye laughing so hard.
Kenny smiled, "Positive"
Cartman held onto his stomach laughing hard and Kenny let out a few laughs
himself.
It was fucking funny.
Kenny and Cartman? Was Kyle fucking serrious?
Then Kenny heard his door open and they stopped laughing.
They looked and saw Kyle walking in with a green bag.
He walked to them and dropped the bag to the floor.
Silence went by,
Then Cartman spoke, "Uh.. what are you doing?" He asked.
"I'm staying the night" Kyle said looking from Cartman to Kenny.
Kenny raised his eyebrow "You are?"
Kyle got out his sleeping bag and placed it on the floor.
"Yeah." Kyle laid on the sleeping bag with his hands behind his head.
"You think I'd let you have Cartman over without me?" He asked Kenny.
A secound later Cartman and Kenny looked to eachother and burst out in laughter.
Kyle frowned 'What the hell is their problem?'
They all looked when they heard the door swing open and K's mom walked
in with a brown groicery bag in her arms, She looked to them while shutting
the door with her foot.
"K you havin your friend's over?"
K iggnored her and flicced his ciggerate ash into the tray.
"Well alright, just take your friends to your room I'm makin dinner soon"
K rolled his eyes and got up from the couch. "Come on guys" he mumbled
heading down the hallway. K and C follwed.
K plooped down onto his mattress with his hand's behind his head.
K followed and C shut the door behind them.
and sat on the floor next to k.
"So..." K began looking around his room.
"What do you guys wanna do?"
K and C looked to eachother and K shrugged and looked away.
Cartman looked to him, "Got any Video games?"
Kenny shrugged, "I have a gameboy.. my brother's got one if you guys wanna use em."
C frowned "You have... Game boys?" He said slowly.
"Uh huh"
"That's all you have?! your fucking kidding right?!"
Kyle glared and out his hand to his head, "Cartman. Please dont start"
"Dont start what?! poor people fucking suck -"
Kyle frowned getting really annoyed, "Cartman! when someone lets you stay-"
"Uh stop, stop." Kenny interupted him.
"You think i'm not used to it by now? He's just messin around"
"Yeah Kahl" Cartman gave him a nude on the shoulder, "Quit being a fucking spaz"
Kyle rolled his eyes.
Yeah he knew Cartman always did it, but if someone's letting you stay the night at their House
the least you could do is not be a complete ass for once.
"We could watch a movie" Kenny shrugged and walked to his door.
Cartman got up from the ground and followed him,
"What do you got?" He heard him ask on the way out.
Kyle sat in Kenny's room in silence.
He kept thinking back to the last conversation him and Cartman had on the phone.
Did Rick really hit his mom? fror real?
Just the thought made Kyle's stomach twist into a knot.
Then the door swung open.
"God, you guys have sucky movies" Cartman muttered Behind Kenny walking in.
Kenny iggnored him and put in the VHS.
"What is it?" Kyle asked.
"Star wars" Cartman frowned gloomily to the ground.
"Star wars?"
"We dont have that many movies" Kenny said in a straight tone.
Kyle shrugged. As long as their occuipied.
The movie started and the sound of the space music filled the room, as the beggining
credits and moving spaceship entered the screen.
"I'm gunna get some popcorn" Kenny said getting up from his bed.
Cartman smirked, "You can acctually afford popcorn"
"Fuck you" Kenny replied shutting the door behind him.
Cartman laughed and Kyle rolled his eyes and groaned.
Cartman frowned to him, "WHAT?!"
Kyle sighed hastily, "Nothing" he said sternly. and laid his back against Kenny's bed.
Cartman slowly scooted his way next to Kyle and moved his arm around his waist,
"What's wrong?" Cartman asked, in his fake sweet voice.
Kyle frowned and pushed his arm away, "Nothing" He spat.
Cartman frowned, "What the hell is your problem?"
"You!"
Cartman snorted in discust, "Hah, Me? What the hell did i do?!"
Kyle moved his body to face his, "Your being such an asshole when Kenny's
being nice enough to let you stay over here!"
Cartman frowned "Kahl, were just kidding around! he just told you that!"
Kyle clentched his fists, "I know.. But still" he said.
Cartman rolled his eyes scotting away from Kyle, "Whatever dude" he said
looking to the tv.
Kenny's door swang open and he came in with a big bowl of popcorn,
"Who wants some?" He asked.
He looked to his two friends who were looking in opposite directions angerily
and didnt raised his eyebrow "Whad I miss?"
The ending credits slid down the screen as the movie ended in Kenny's dark room.
Kenny sat asleep against his wall on his bed, with a beer and popcorn in his hands.
Cartman and Kyle sat akwardly as far away from eachother as possible on the floor, leaning
against oposite sides of the bed. The Credits were still going down, and the Star war's anthem sung
from Kenny's Tv. Kyle could hear Kenny snore.
He didnt move. Neither did Cartman.
Kyle glanced sideways at Cartman, then a moment saw Cartman catch his eye and he immediatly looked away. Kyle tapped his fingers akwardly on his knee, supprised that the name's of the staff still went down the screen. Kyle wondered If Cartman felt as weird as he did.
Then Kyle frowned,
'Why is this so akward?
I just got annoyed he was being an ass
to Kenny for all he's doing for him.'
'I'm mad at him beacuse of that?!
He's ALWAYS like that!'
Kyle looked to Cartman again and thought,
'He's going through a hard enough time as it is with
his mom now getting hit..'
Kyle scotted alittle closer to Cartman, and Cartman looked to him,
"Cartman I-"
"Dont wanna hear it" Cartman harshly cut him off.
Kyle frowned, "You dont even know what I was going to say!"
Cartman frowned, "Dont care" and he looked away.
Kyle looked down, feeling his fists tighten.
It's amazing how quickly Cartman could still get him angry.
Then he flexed his hand's remembering, He's only like
this beacause of all the stress.
"Cartman -" Kyle began again and Cartman looked to him.
"I-" Kyle paused then put his arm around Cartman's shoulder,
"I'm sorry.. Ok?"
Kyle expected Cartman to push his arm away.. but he didnt.
He just gazed at him with a stare.
Kyle held Cartman closer, "I'm sorry that Rick's-"
"I dont want to talk about it" Cartman quickly cut him off.
Kyle looked at him with sad eyes and nodded hugging him closer.
Kyle slowly snuggled into Cartman's chest and Cartman remained still.
Then Cartman slowly undid his frown and hugged Kyle back, holding him closer
and takeing in the smell of his red curl's that inched from his face.
They held eachother for a long time, with only the sounds of Kenny's snoreing
and the static from the tv.
Cartman carresed his finger's through Kyle's hair.
"Why the fuck did you come over anyway?" he muttered quietly
Kyle's chest felt stung by the comment and he moved himself away
looking to him, "I.. I wanted to see you?" He studdered.
Cartman rolled his eye's and smiled a bit bringing the jew closer and kissed him
on the forhead.
5 minneutes later of sitting in that position, Cartman slowly moved his body to the ground,
laying his back on the floor. Kyle sat above him just stareing.
Kyle down to Cartman's neck which revieled part of a brown bruise hidden under his shirt.
Kyle sighed and put his finger's through Cartman's brunette hair and Cartman looked at him,
"Cartman, your going to have to talk about it"
Cartman frowned, "I dont want too"
"I know you dont, but please, Tell me.."
Kyle's eye's eyes started getting wattery
"I.." Kyle choked on the tears at the end of his throat.
"I hate seeing you like this.." He cried softly.
Cartman felt a pang in his chest seeing Kyle cry..
he hated seeing that!
He loved it when he was younger but now..
Now it fucking kills him!
Cartman sighed looking down, while Kyle's finger's continued
through his brown hair.
"He just.. hits her alot.. Ok?
and um.. she..fucking crys alot..
I just.."
Cartman paused, looking for his next words,
then looked up to kyle who had sympathy and sadness
in his eye's waiting patiently for him to continue.
"I just.. I cant fucking do anything about it.
I have to sit there and hear it, and I cant fucking do anything about it."
Silence toke over.
"Cartman.. Maybe you should tell someone" Kyle said.
Cartman frowned and got up from the ground,
"I fucking told you! noone will believe me!
That'll make it ten times fucking worse!"
Cartman pointed his finger to Kyle's chest,
"I already did that! It did nothing then"
He lowered his voice, "And it will do nothing now."
Kyle store sadly at him,
"There has to be something you can do -"
Cartman felt Ball of anger in his stomach circuleing,
'I CANT DO ANYTHING! DOESNT HE FUCKING GET IT?!'
Cartman quickly stod up on his feet
"I cant fucking do anything! Ok!?
There's nothing I can fucking do!"
Cartman angerily turned around, opened Kenny's door walking down the hallways,
Kyle got up quietly, hopeing not to wake Kenny or anyone else sleeping up.
"Where are you going?!" He muttered loud enough so Cartman could hear.
"OUTSIDE!" Cartman spat not as quiet and shut the door behind him.
Kyle stode in the spot and sighed.
Then he slowly went back into Kenny's room and laid down on his sleeping bag.
He felt a pinch of fucking guilt and saddness in his chest..
God, How the fuck could this happen to him?! Cartman of all people?!
Kyle turned onto his side. 'He's right.. theres nothing he can do about it..
There's nothing I or anyone can do about it. He's just going to keep hurting,
and hurting.." Kyle clenched his eyes shut at the picture Kyle's mind developed of
Cartman getting punched accross the face. And tried blocking it out tugging his blanket's
tighter. 'How could this happen?'
Cartman deepily inhaled his ciggerate outside Kenny's house.
Still fired up by His and Kyle's conversation a few secounds ago.
'Why cant he fucking understand?! there's nothing I can do!
Why the fuck wont he just leave me alone about it?!' He violently flicced
the ash off his ciggerate.
He sighed, and felt onto his wrist, then moved his sleeve up and saw a purpilish bruise.
It was slightly fadding away luckily but still hurt like a bitch.
He stared angerily at the bruise then pulled his sleve down and toke another drag.
He fucking hated rick.
He put out his cig and quietly got back into Kenny's house, tiptoeing down the hallway.
He looked through Kenny's door and saw that Kyle was luckily asleep in his sleeping bag and Kenny
was up on his bed, still snoreing.
Cartman quietly closed the door behind him and laid down on his sleeping
bag next to Kyle. Cartman's cloth's reeked of smoke, not like it mattered.
Kenny had ash trays all over his room he hasent emptyed out in weeks.
Cartman glared and shut his eye's hopeing to get some sleep.
Two hours later, Cartman enhaled the smell of smoke and Cat pee.
He opened his eyes and found himself in the dark Of Kenny's room.
Looking over seeing Kenny asleep and Kyle in his sleeping bag asleep next to him.
Cartman snuggled himself back into his pillow hopeing he'd fall back to sleep.. but he didnt.
He had an urge in his stomach.. a very strong urge.
He need of the burning feeling.. Needing.. he NEEDED IT.
he felt his stomach and chest craving it.
Cartman groaned and slamed his face into his pillow.
Then the picture of a whisky bottle appeared into his mind,
and himself swollowing it, then the burning feeling slidding
down his throat and into his stomach, releasing him from this urge.
He needed.. he NEEDED..
He turned, in his sleeping bag onto his side, then turned again.
NEEDING... NEEDING.
He tossed and turned again,
'Go to sleep. Go to fucking Sleep!' He told himself clenching his eyes shut.
But the feeling became stronger..
Needing.. NEEDING..
He lifted himself up from the sleeping
bag holding his stomach, that groaned achingly.
needing.. Needing. BADLY.. NEEDING
He couldnt fucking take it anymore, he got onto his feet and out of Kenny's dark
room. There had to be alcohol.. somewhere.. THERE HAD TO BE!!
He quickly got to the kitchen searching through Kenny's cabnits.
with his stomach,
NEEEDING.. Neeeddinng... despreate.. alcohol.. NEEDING
He went faster through the creeking cabnits, looking through penut butter jars
and old poptarts and kept searching and searching, He was going to fucking expload
He searched faster, and faster, then..
Then a brown bottle of whisky presented itself on one of the shelves of the cabnit.
Cartman quickly snatched it from the shalf, grabbed it, yanked off the top, and let down
one gulp, two gulps, three gulp four gulp, five gulp..
"EH EH EHMM..." Someone behind him cleared their throat.
Cartman quickly turned to look and Saw Kenny standing there with his arms
crossed frowning.
"Oh.. Uh.." Cartman searched for words looking from the whisky bottle in his hand then back
to Kenny. "I um.."
Kenny stepped closer to Cartman.
Cartman's heart pounded, Not knowing what to expect.. But there
was no way in hell Kenny was going to take this away from him.
That he was sure of.
He'd do fucking anything not to get that feeling again.
Cartman frowned "What?"
Kenny smirked, with his arms still crossed,
"You go through MY kitchen, take MY whisk, Then ask me WHAT?!"
Cartman gripped onto the bottle tighter, turning away,
Kenny was NOT going to take this away.
It was HIS.
"Yeah?" Cartman said holding onto the bottle tighter.
Ready to fight any battle Kenny would throw to take this away from him.
Kenny said nothing at first.
Cartman stared at him.
Then Kenny laughed,
"Dude, If you want some, just fucking ask.
Dont do it without me"
Cartman looked at him confused,
"Huh?" He asked slowly.
Kenny kept his smile, then walked to another cabnit takeing out
two shot glasses then walked up to him,
"And your not doin it right.. If you wanna get drunk you gotta take
shots" He said, Takeing the bottle easily out of Cartman's hand and heading to his room.
Cartman felt puzzeled and slowly followed behind him.
"But.. I'm not doing it to get drunk" Cartman followed behind him.
Kenny laughed, "Uh huh" he said, getting into his room.
Cartman got into Kenny's room, while Kenny sat on his floor, with two shot glasses and
the whisky bottle in the middle.
Cartman stared to him, Then Kenny smiled, "Come on, I'll show ya how to get really fucked up."
13 shot glasses later Kenny slamed his shot glass to the ground as he finished his 14.
He was fucking wasted, laughing and being alittle louder then he should be at fucking two or
three in the morning.
Kyle sat a few inches away from Kenny, still asleep in his sleeping bag.
Cartman accross from Kenny only felt a slight buzz.
He was far from being light headed.
He stared at the shot glass. He was just fucking glad that craving was gone.
He'd rather go a fucking week without ciggerates then feel that feeling again.
Kenny kept laughing, and swung his hand to Cartman shoulder,
"I'm proud of you man" Kenny slurred with a wide smile, almost falling over.
"You a hardcore drinker dude.." He laughed almost falling over again, Cartman holding him up.
Cartman frowned, "SHH!! People are fucking sleeping!" He hissed.
Kenny grinned widely, "Your not sleepin" He said funnily, and pointed to him.
Cartman rolled his eyes. This wasent the first time he's seen Kenny drunk.
Usually he'd like to avoid it.
"C.. Cartman?" He heard a sleepy voice behind him.
He looked and saw Kyle slowly getting up. He groaned aloud,
The last thing he needed was fucking Kyle to wake up.
Kenny laughed, "Dude.. Woohoo! You dont wear your hat Nemore" He grinned.
Kyle frowned feeling instantly awake.
He knew this Kenny.
Drunk Kenny.
Kyle quickly got himself next to Cartman,
"Cartman! what the hell!"
Kyle then saw two shot glassed and a half empty whisky bottle.
"YOU WERE DRINKING?!" Kyle felt fury, Probably saying that a little louder
then intended.
"He wanted too!" Cartman protested
"Wa.. wai, wait, you guys.." Kenny put his hands up to stop their conversation.
Cartman and Kyle looked to him.
"Yeu guys.." Kenny slurred looking to Cartman then Kyle,
"Are soo fuckin hott when ya make out.."
Cartman and kyle akwardly glanced at eachother then quickly
looked away, both feeling a little embarressed.
"Yeeaaah." Kyle said slowly.
"Come on dude," Kyle said lifting him up onto his bed,
which was easy. Kenny was so fucking light.
"You have to get some sleep" Kyle said.
"Bud i.. I gotta -"
"Dude, your drunk. go to sleep." Kyle instructed.
Kenny opened his mouth to argue.
Then shrugged it off, and turned in his bed, resting his
head in his blankets.
Then Kyle fiercly turned to Cartman,
"You fucking drank that shit?!"
Cartman rolled his eyes, really not up for Kyle's bitching right now.
"A little." He addmitted, hopeing Kyle would be cool and just drop it,
but he knew him better.
"Why the fuck would you do that?! You said you wouldnt do that shit anymore!
last time you came to school with a fucking hang over as big as fucking kanzes!"
Cartman rolled his eyes, feeling himself getting extreamly annoyed.
"Whatever. Look, I'm fucking tired. I'm going to sleep.
I had a few drinks, So fucking what?! I'm done, I'm tired, Goodnight."
And with That Cartman flipped over onto his sleeping bag, and clenched shut his
eyes. Kyle frowned at him.
He didnt want Cartman fucking drinking anymore.
He got closer to Cartman,
"Promise me you wont to it again" Kyle hissed.
Cartman held his head, wishing him away.
"Go away." He grumbled.
Kyle held up his wrist, Cartman felt the pain sting, as that was the wrist
with the bruise on it, He yanked it away,
"Yeah, Yeah I fucking promise Ok?!" He yelled closeing his eyes back shut.
Kyle starred at him.
"Ok" He whispered then kissed Cartman on his cheek and turned over
on his own sleeping bag laying his head down.
He hoped to fucking god Cartman was telling the truth.
Authors Note:
Yay! done! Ok, I am SO fucking sorry this toke so long.
I was so busy.
oh and btw, the slipknot concert last night was AWESOME!
XD
anyways, I'm back on track. :)
Please comment.. I love you reviewers!! SO SO SO SO SOOO MUCH!
p.s, QUESTION FOR REVIEWERS:
Who's side are you on about this conversation?
Kyle's ..
He just really doesnt want Cartman to be drinking again.
Espeshily after what happened last time, Yeah he's
going through a hard time but he can still controll what he's doing,
and should have kept his fucking promise.
Or Cartman's
So he had another drink? So fucking what?
What is Kyle his mom?
Plus, the urge fucking hurt. Just a few fucking drinks, wow big whoop.
Kyle fucking wines about everything he does.
Cartman's going through a hard enough fucking time as it is.
answer if you want :)
write more tomorow!
again reviewers.. I love you dudes!!!!