Charlie led Andrew through Grandeport's main square. His head twisted around every few moments to give the Marshtomp an angry, watchful glance, ensuring that there was no chance of escape.

This is so dumb. It's not like I'd try to even run. He goes at like… a million miles per hour.

It was moderately cold outside, and a bit windy. However, it was not frigid enough for Andrew to need to wear his cloak, and Charlie never seemed to wear any sort of garments for warmth. I guess he does have all that fur.

"Are you still mad at me?" asked Andrew.

Charlie stomped along the street, before muttering a simple, "Yes."

"Then why are we getting ice cream? Because I'm not paying for any of this."

The Raichu snorted. "Why not? Clearly, you have the money!"

"Ha ha, very funny," Andrew groaned as he rolled his eyes. He felt the cold, hard texture of the cobblestones on his soles below as he trudged forward. "I don't even want ice cream."

"Too bad."

Andrew growled at Charlie's refusal of any sort of compromise. "This is cruel and unusual punishment! You can't force me to eat ice cream! The fact that you are doing this shows just how insanely-"

"Andrew," Charlie interrupted. "I am seriously not in the mood for this crap. Let's get something straight between us. I'm not taking you out to get ice cream as a form of punishment, I'm just doing it because I enjoy it, and being in public is going to prevent me from killing you."

"It didn't stop your father."

Charlie stopped in his tracks. Slowly, he turned around, looking at Andrew confused, bewildered, and as angry as he had ever been. Sparks crackled across his cheeks like lightning. "What are you even talking about?"

"Huh?" Andrew uttered back innocently.

Charlie threw his paws up. "What the fuck are you referring to? It didn't stop my father from what?! I mean we're in the middle of Grandeport, Andrew, and this is what you're talking about? Should I start yelling HUMAN?!"

Charlie's voice traveled through the square, causing a few Pokemon to shoot odd glances at him and Andrew. Luckily, those who bothered to look still hardly paid much attention to the disturbance. After withdrawing their quick glares, the surrounding shop-goers and passing Pokemon went about their usual business.

Andrew pouted. He discreetly raised his flipper, ready to slap Charlie across the cheek if needed.

Charlie frowned. "This isn't worth it. Not here, not now. Let's just get some ice cream and we'll find a way out of this mess later. Hopefully, before we get caught."

He motioned forward with his paw before continuing his stroll to the ice cream stand. Slowly Andrew followed, muttering to himself.

"This is so wrong… unfair… stupid."

His complaints were fortunately unheard by Charlie.

There was a short line at the stand, which the two Pokemon waited in silently. When it was finally their turn to order, Charlie asked for two vanilla cones. The Vanillish behind the counter nodded. They bent down and then produced two perfectly white, creamy, sweet ice cream cones. Charlie passed some money to the Pokemon before grabbing the two cones and handing one to Andrew.

"Thank you," said Charlie. He began to walk away.

Andrew stood awkwardly at the stand for a moment, not realizing Charlie had left. He looked to his side—Charlie was gone.

The Marshtomp sighed. "Charlie? Charlie?!"

It was no use. As he moved away from the ice cream stand and scanned the perimeter, his eyes were unable to pick out any Raichus from the surrounding crowd.

Maybe he's sitting at our bench, Andrew thought.

He strolled over to the bench where the two of them usually sat while eating ice cream. It was just around the corner from the stand.

But when he approached the bench, he found it occupied only by an Aggron in a blue robe. It was barely large enough to hold him.

Andrew grumbled. Why did he run off like that? Is he really that mad at me over some dumb embezzlement? Ugh. It's been a week, get over it!

The frigid air around Andrew had luckily kept the ice cream from melting. With no Charlie in sight, he decided to bite into his cone without his companion. Andrew began to eat as he walked off to the side of the street, positioning himself beside the glass window of a clothing store.

The Marshtomp swallowed a bite of rich, sugary goodness, savoring the melting cream slide down his throat. He was about to take another bite when suddenly…

Everything went black.

"What the hell?" Andrew questioned aloud, but his voice was drowned out by the sudden onset of screams coming from seemingly every direction.

He assumed the darkness had come from some Pokemon playing a prank on him. Charlie, I wish. As Andrew tried to move around, he found that he could not see a thing. It was like the black void from his dream, with his surroundings being a perfect, deep, unbroken shade of black barring light of any kind from passing through.

It was still clear that Andrew was in the square, though, as he could still feel the cobblestone beneath his feet and the cold winter air blowing against him. And of course, the deafening screams all around him which had hardly let up in the minute since the onset of the darkness.

"Charlie!" called out Andrew, hoping the Raichu might appear beside him and bestow some answers upon him.

It was no use. Andrew slowly moved forward, holding his flippers out in front of him to prevent him from colliding with any structure or Pokemon.

There was an odd screeching sound, like two pieces of metal banging and scraping against each other. It reminded Andrew of a train coming to a stop. The sound emanated around him for five seconds before light returned to his eyes.

Andrew breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank god that's over."

The Marshtomp scanned the surrounding area. Something seemed… off about the square. The buildings had grown taller. The one he had stood next to before the blackout was only three stories tall. Now, it had somehow become six tall.

As his eyes swept past the top of the new building and up to the sky, he noticed it too had changed. The ordinary bright blue sky blanket over the winter afternoon had transitioned into a dark purple. A red sun floated high above, emitting far less light than the yellow one had only minutes prior.

Andrew shook his head, utterly confused. "What's happening here?!"

Pokemon were dashing around, screaming at the tops of their lungs as if the world was ending.

A Heliolisk ran desperately past Andrew. "The dungeons! Run for it!"

The Marshtomp staggered backward before his back collided with a wooden building. That wasn't there a second ago. Oh god—Arceus rather, is this really the apocalypse? You can't do this while I'm president, I'll get blamed!

Andrew's heart began to beat faster and faster. The screams weren't subsiding, only getting closer, louder, and stronger. He looked behind him. There was a new ten-story building. He began to run as fast as his legs could carry him, using every ounce of his strength.

His legs pleaded for relief and the cobblestone pressed into his feet, pain shooting through them. He couldn't care less.

This is life or death, a voice in his head told him.

It didn't need to tell him twice. He kept running, forcing his legs to move faster and faster.

Would've been nice to have Charlie right about now!

Exhaustion began to overwhelm Andrew, his legs already aching. He skidded to a halt, panting.

Upon observing his surroundings, Andrew found himself in an unfamiliar place, the street a mess of narrow, tall buildings.

I couldn't have run too far, I should still be in the square!

They had no doors, and he was unable to see through the windows. The Marshtomp turned around, looking for another Pokemon who could help him. But there were no other Pokemon. His surroundings had gone totally silent.

Andrew was alone.

"Wh-What's happening?! Where did everyone go?!" he cried before picking up pace and running again.

"Hello?!" the Marshtomp shouted down an alley. "Is anyone there?!"

Upon turning a corner, he was finally met with another Pokemon: a Tauros. The creature stood at the end of a narrow street, not paying any attention to Andrew.

"Excuse me? Do you know what's going on?" he yelled.

The Pokemon's head perked up, his eyes scanning the area to detect where the noise came from. They landed on Andrew.

The Marshtomp raised a flipper. "Over here, mister. Do you think you could help me?"

The Tauros rubbed its hoof across the cobblestone and huffed, and Andrew swore smoke flew out of his nostrils. The bovine stared him down, eyes red and wild.

Oh shit-!

With a crazed bellow, the Tauros began to charge, a cloud of dust and smoke appearing from behind it despite the fact he was kicking against solid rock.

"Crap crap crap goddamnit!" uttered Andrew, quickly whipping his head around and fleeing in the opposite direction.

After about ten seconds of running, his effort proved futile as he heard the Tauros' feet clopping thunderously close behind. He turned his head back to see. The bovine was barely thirty feet away.

Oh goddamnit, this can't be how I go!

While lost in thought and not looking in front of him, Andrew failed to see an unnaturally tall wooden building appear in front of him. He faced forward, but not in time to avoid colliding with it. He dug his feet into the ground, slowing himself down but still hammering himself straight into the wall with a loud thud.

"Oww…" he whined before peeling himself off the wall.

Andrew's head throbbed with pain. As the Marshtomp turned around he saw the Tauros slow down, trotting toward him with a crazed look in its eyes. Then once ten feet away, it lowered its head, putting forward its large horns in preparation to ram and gore him.

No! No! No! It's not fair!

However, before the Tauros could charge, a massive jet of water flew from the right of the Tauros. The jet swirled into a gargantuan cyclone before striking the Pokemon's side, causing it to tumble off its feet and onto the ground with a loud groan.

After the water seeped into the cobblestone and subsided, the Pokemon tried to get back up. A second burst of water flew, striking its head and eliciting a louder roar of pain from it. When the water finished washing over it, Andrew could see that its eyes were closed. Then—in complete defiance of everything around it—the Tauros disappeared in a puff of smoke—much like Jason and Ryder had weeks prior.

"What the… What just happened?" Andrew questioned, his heartbeat beginning to slow.

Someone let out a chuckle, coming from the right of where the Tauros had been. "I'll tell you what happened. I saved your ass, and now you owe me big time."

"Charlie?" Andrew asked in excitement, running over to the voice. "I'm sorry about everything! I promise I'll never steal money again, really!"

But upon reaching the source of the voice, Andrew was not met with Charlie. Instead, he was met with a Marshtomp He looked oddly familiar.

The Marshtomp came toward him. "What just happened? That's the second… no, third time someone's had to save you from an attacking Pokemon right? You really need to hit the dojo, man. You're pretty goddamn strong once you learn how to use your strength, really!"

Andrew studied the Marshtomp in front of him. Even after all this time, he had yet to grow fully accustomed to his own reflection. However, the Marshtomp appeared not as a mirror image but as a perfect replica. He had the same eyes and gills, stood at the exact same height, and wore a bowtie of the exact same shade of dark green.

"Wh-Wh-Who are you?" stammered Andrew, trying to make sense of what was happening.

"Isn't it obvious?" responded the other Marshtomp. "I'm you."

Andrew's mouth fell agape. The other Andrew hardly seemed to mind, continuing to look at him as though nothing was strange or wrong.

"Are you gonna say anything to me? Maybe a 'thank you, me' for saving you from becoming mashed fish?" asked the doppelganger.

Andrew took a step back, raising his flippers in defense. "What is this supposed to be? Some kind of prank? Because it's not funny! I don't know what you are, but there's only one me, and that's me!"

"Is there?" the other Marshtomp asked as he raised his brow. "Because I see two Andrews."

"There's only one me!"

The copy rolled his eyes. "Geez, calm down. I know what's going through your mind."

Is this asshole going to replace me? Is this all just some ruse to get rid of my power and throw me in a deep, dark dungeon? Presumably, I'll die. This is how I die. I will die. Goddamnit!"

"No, you aren't going to die. And I'm not going to replace you, because frankly, man, your life sucks," explained the other Andrew.

This only contributed to his shock and fear. He felt adrenaline coursing through his veins and his legs preparing to help him take off running again. "How did you know that?!"

"Because I'm you. And please don't run away from me because I am just as fast as you are, and I didn't expend all my energy like you just did. It's not going to work. Let me explain what's happening," said the impostor in a calm voice, trying to reassure Andrew.

The original Marshtomp looked behind him. The building which had allowed the Tauros to corner him had mysteriously vanished, leaving behind a large, open, stretch of cobblestone.

"Let's try to figure this out, logically," the copy proposed. "This thing, whatever it is, clearly is working against us. That building didn't appear out of random chance, it obviously did so the Tauros could kill you. With this in mind, we can safely say that this force providing an opportunity for you to escape me probably isn't in your best interest. You'd probably end up running into a herd of stampeding Tauroses."

Andrew opened his mouth to say something but paused before any sound could come from his mouth. He considered what the other Andrew said, rubbing his chin. That does make sense. This thing—is it a Mystery Dungeon? Whatever it is, it wants me dead. And he did save me.

"Exactly," said the other Andrew with a nod.

The Marshtomp stomped. "Are you reading my mind?! Stop that! I don't know what you are, or why you're pretending to be me, but if you don't want me to get the hell out of here, you gotta stop doing that."

"And how do you expect me to do that?" the other Andrew humphed. "I'm telling you, I'm you! I think the same things because we have the same brain. I'm not reading your mind, I'm using mine."

Andrew narrowed his eyes but shrugged in concession. "I still don't understand what you are, or why you are. But you saved me, and I have no idea what's going on… wherever we are. I don't think we're in Kansas anymore."

"We're still in the main square, in a sense. But something has caused it to transform into a mystery dungeon. Have you ever been inside of a mystery one, Andrew?" questioned the doppelganger, observing as a new building manifested in front of them. It was painted white and over ten stories tall, engulfing the Andrews in its shadow.

The original Marshtomp shook his head. "No."

The other Andrew waved his flipper. "Come then. I'll show you the way out of here, I've navigated my way out of a few of these in my time."

"Alright then," said Andrew in an apprehensive tone. The other Marshtomp began to move forward, weaving his way through a newly created alleyway. He followed from a short distance.

"Mystery dungeons are strange things," remarked the impostor blocking Andrew from going forward with a flipper. "They bend the very fabric of this reality. The rules of the outside world don't apply. Matter can be both created and destroyed. Beings can be born from nothing, die, and come back to life, all within fifteen minutes."

"Yeah, I can tell," humphed Andrew before again following the copycat being.

The other Andrew exited the alley back onto the main road, now picking up more speed as he walked. "The beings these dungeons created are kind of like animals back on Earth. They aren't sentient like our Pokemon friends, they just run on base instincts in an attempt to survive. They aren't capable of any higher thought."

"So you weren't created by this mystery dungeon?"

The other Marshtomp chuckled. "No! Why would you say that? We clearly have a brain. I'll admit we feel kind of stupid sometimes, especially when Jason's going on about being on some higher plane of existence, or whatever."

"How do you know about that?" panted Andrew, struggling to keep up with himself. "You weren't there. You aren't me! You know things I don't, how is that possible?"

The other Marshtompsmirked before veering into another alleyway. "You're smarter than I gave you credit for. Though, I guess I didn't make it too hard to figure out I might know more than I'm letting on," his running slowed to a quick walk, and then a normal-paced one.

"Are you going to tell me what you really are?" Andrew questioned, anger and spite in his voice.

The alleyway stopped, giving way to a building. However—unlike the structures that appeared and disappeared at will—this building had something they did not. In the center, between two windows which were clear enough to let Andrew see inside easily, was a bright, vibrant, perfectly Marshtomp-sized orange door.

The copycat smiled, holding out his flipper to present the building. "You will find an exit to the mystery dungeon behind this door, I think. I unfortunately will be unable to join you behind it."

"Why not? What aren't you telling me? You still haven't answered my question on what you actually are," said Andrew, crossing his flippers.

The Marshtomp shook his head. "I'm sorry, but those questions will have to wait."

"I'm out of patience."

"Ugh," groaned the other Andrew. "If you really must know—I am not you in the way that you are you. I am not identical in every experience. I am some version that you've conjured, I think. But I do not know for sure, because you do not know. I am still you, at the end of the day. Does that make sense?"

Andrew stood dumbfounded, trying to compute what the other Pokemon had said. "No, I don't get it. That's a whole lot of bull-"

"Let's not go there," the replica interjected, holding up a flipper.

He groaned. "I didn't realize that you were my mom."

"I'm not mom, I'm you," sighed the other Andrew, shaking his head. "Look, I'd love to tell you more about myself—or rather yourself. But that door won't be there forever. It could disappear at any moment. Each second you waste arguing, the more likely you'll get stranded in this dungeon for Arceus-knows how long."

"Then you can take me to the next one."

The other Marshtomp rolled his eyes. "I'll be gone when that door is, whether you've gone inside or not. Enter the building, please."

"Fine, fish. If you insist," muttered Andrew, clasping his fingers around the handle and opening the door. He stepped inside.

The Marshtomp turned around to exchange a goodbye with his twin. However, when he faced the outside, the other Andrew was gone.

He sighed. "What just happened?"

Before he could shut the door, the surroundings outside warped again, with a whole new array of buildings popping up.

Did this stupid thing just teleport? Damn, this dungeon really must hate me.

"It doesn't hate you more than it does any other Pokemon," spoke a voice from behind, identical to Andrew's. "And fish, really? We both know that we're a bit self-conscious about that ambiguously derogatory insult. Not cool."

"Huh? Weird copy of me, are you there?" Andrew asked, turning around to look behind him.

The room was quaint, with a couple of blue couches and a comfy-looking sofa chair surrounding a short, dark, wooden coffee table. Several bookshelves, half occupied with books, were pushed up against the walls. There were two windows, one to the left of the door and the other behind the sofa-chair. A stairwell to the second floor was nestled in the back of the room.

However, despite the hominess of the space, the other Andrew did not appear to be present. No voice responded to him.

"Weird," muttered the Marshtomp.

He turned back around to shut the door. The building had seemingly again changed location. This time, it appeared to be at the far end of the square, with no maze of buildings obstructing the space. Something turned the corner on the other end of the square.

Three large orange blobs were chasing a much smaller orange blob. The smaller orange blob seemed to be running at a pace much faster than the three large ones… And it was running straight toward him.

"Oh goddamnit!" Andrew uttered as he slammed the door shut. "Please teleport away, please teleport away, please teleport away!"

Andrew looked out the window. The small orange blob began to come into focus—it quickly became not-so-small. In fact, it was about the same size as Andrew. It slowed down as it approached the orange door, becoming entirely in focus.

It was Charlie.

The Raichu attempted to twist the handle, the knob on the Marshtomp's side rattling, but the door would not open. He banged on it desperately. "Let me in!"

Andrew gasped and threw open the door. Charlie burst through it, barely glancing at Andrew. He smacked the door shut with his tail before grabbing Andrew's flipper and dragging him across the room toward the stairs.

"What are you doing?!" Andrew pressed.

Charlie wordlessly continued to pull, practically carrying Andrew up the stairs.

And when they reached the top… they were no longer in the house.

Andrew and Charlie found themselves in the clearing outside of Grandeport Castle. The sun hung a bit lower in the sky than it had before they left, but the daylight still shone strongly over the field.

"What just happened?" asked Andrew, blinking in confusion.

Charlie didn't face him.

"A crisis, Andrew. A crisis," the Raichu murmured solemnly.

Andrew sat in his office, beads of sweat trickling down the side of his head. Oh god, this is pretty bad. Am I gonna get the blame for all of this? That wouldn't be fair, but they'd do it! I'm surrounded by idiots and they all want me to die!

Two knocks resounded from the office door.

"Come in," he said, his heart rate increasing as he stared in anticipation of who it was.

A tall, yellow figure entered. Andrew recognized her as Ariana Ampharos.

"Hello, Marshtomp," said the Ampharos with a solemn tone, approaching his desk. "We have a bit of a situation."

"A situation? Well, that sure is a shock, isn't it?!" asked Andrew sarcastically.

The Ampharos had no visible reaction to his remark. "We're trying to disable the mystery dungeon currently occupying central Grandeport. But we only have so many hooves on the ground. We need more money, now."

"More money? And where do you expect me to find that?"

"I don't know! My daughter?" shouted Ariana. "Though isn't finding that money your job?! The guild hasn't received its usual payments from you, and we're already stretched thin. We need emergency recruits to disable the dungeon. Emergency recruits ain't cheap."

Andrew rubbed his chin and nodded. "It's certainly something that we can look into. I'd maybe be more willing to provide this funding to you if you weren't plotting to kill me. We'll have a committee review the request."

"Excuse me?! Did you just accuse me of trying to kill you?" deadpanned the Ampharos.

The Marshtomp raised his flippers. "I've accused many people of doing many things. You can't expect me to recall what I did or did not accuse you of some time ago. I can check with the committee, they might have that in their records. Should I?"

"It was ten seconds ago."

Andrew sighed, shaking his head. "Ten seconds is such a long time. Life is so short, especially when you're working with the other guilds to shorten mine."

Ariana rubbed her temples. "Marshtomp, I know that power can screw you up, but this is just madness. I'm not trying to kill you, and the last thing I'd ever do is work with other guilds. I need money to keep everybody in your city from being killed. Can you do that?"

"I can do many things," said Andrew, raising a finger. "And many things cannot be done."

The Ampharos looked at him in shock, her mouth agape. "You're going to give me that money so I can save your people."

"If you want that, you need to pledge to never try to kill me," explained Andrew.

Ariana stared at Andrew, her breathing seemingly stopping for a moment. "Are you serious?"

"Of course."

"Fine, if it will help me fix this situation in your city," she sighed before stealing one more exasperated glance at him, "I pledge to never kill you. Not like I was trying to beforehand."

"Very well, then," Andrew said as he straightened his bowtie. "There have been a few financial hiccups in the past few weeks due to… ongoing situations. I can have the money you need in a coupleof weeks, I think. Talk to Chloe about it. Tell her I gave you the okay."

Ariana stepped back from Andrew's desk, taking a deep breath to keep herself from fuming. "You are a deranged Pokemon, Marshtomp. Get the money to me by next week or we're going to have a problem. Alright?"

"Be careful who you threaten," Andrew warned, narrowing his eyes. "They might just threaten you back."

Instead of humoring the statement, the Ampharos opted to turn her back on Andrew and hastily walk to the office's exit. She flung the door open, craned her head to give him one more look of anger, and slammed it shut behind her. The room shook slightly.

Stupid Chloe's mom. She's just like Chloe—a goddamn liar who wants to kill me. They all want to kill me. Arceus said so… This is a problem! My enemies want to silence me, they want to do this whole song and dance in the shadows so I can't beat them. Why should I play by their rules? Why not tell everybody?! The people have a right to know!

Andrew clasped his flippers together, a sly grin forming on his face.

Tents had popped up all over the field outside of Grandeport Castle. They came in all sorts of sizes and colors. Some were tiny crudely built structures made of little more than sticks and blankets. Others were large, well-constructed structures built for luxurious camping. Single Pokemon, couples, and families all huddled together in the various tents to shield themselves from the frigid winter air.

On the edge of the encampment by the castle's entrance, a circle of several hundred Pokemon had formed. There was a five-foot space in the center of the crowd that was unoccupied—except by Andrew, who was standing in its center.

The Marshtomp cleared his throat in preparation to give a grand speech. "I'm not exactly the best at pep talks. But that doesn't matter, because what's happening in the city is completely insane. Who knew that mystery dungeons could just pop up like that? Isn't it nuts?"

Murmurs erupted from the crowd, some sad, some angry, some sarcastic. Andrew paid mind to none as he raised a finger.

"I've been told this is a crisis, and I agree with that assessment. I see all of you have lost all your homes, and I feel really bad about it. I can't imagine that happening to me. Literally, I can't. But in this trying time, there is still hope. Do you see where?"

The Pokemon in their crowd raised their brows, tilted their heads, and whispered in confusion. A Pichu, standing in front of two Raichus, stepped forward. She pointed at the sky. "Is it Arceus?"

"Almost!" he exclaimed, a joyous smile appearing suddenly on his face. "In a sense, it is Arceus. He has chosen a Pokemon among us to communicate with. Someone he has blessed to carry out his will and fix this god-forsaken city and all its dumb problems. And it should come as no surprise that I am that Pokemont. Arceus chose me! I'll fix everything!"

With that proclamation offered, Andrew broke out into a fit of crazed laughter, his eye twitching all the while.

The Pichu ran back to her parents, who embraced her with open paws and stared at the Marshtomp in bewilderment.

There was a sudden uproar as the crowd conversed. Pokemon began to exit by the dozens, either walking off the field or back into the tents.

"He's crazy!" shouted a female voice from the back of the crowd.

"I like Andrew! We should trust him!" countered a deep male voice.

Fighting his fits of laughter, Andrew managed to calm himself down enough to speak. He wiped a tear from his eye. "Don't worry! The guilds, or rather the good ones—relatively speaking—are in Grandeport right now getting rid of that pesky dungeon… somehow. All thanks to Arceus! Arceus has protected me from dying so I can make them fix everything!"

By the end of his monologue, about half the crowd had dispersed. However, those who remained watched Andrew intently. He caught a glimpse of a Goodra towering over the neighboring Pokemon, with their eyes fixated on his every movement. So too did a Garchomp, a Flareon, and an Inteleon. They had blank, emotionless smiles on their faces. It was as though they were in a trance, completely hypnotized by Andrew's words.

"Arceus has spoken to me! The guilds and the Resistance have already lost, you just have to keep believing!"

The remaining crowd cheered, clapped, and whistled. Some began to cry tears of joy as they witnessed what they believed to be the work of Arceus's true prophet.

AN: This was a fun chapter to write. In fact, I can't remember the last time I had this much fun writing a DIM chapter. I realize that it might be a bit… unorthodox that it took this fic 46 chapters to actually reach a mystery dungeon, despite that being in the name. But, we're all about odd choices in DIM, aren't we? How many other isekai'd Marshtomp do you know that are currently corrupt presidents of fictional countries?

But in slightly more seriousness, thank you for reading. Also big thank you's to DoomHuntley, DaGamestar, Sonic Ramon, and Zee102.

Stuff is getting serious. Well, if you can consider strange Andrew clones to be serious. Stay tuned!