Humming to himself as he put the finishing touches on the first culinary course of the evening, for even if it didn't change the overall taste the presentation of a dish was still important, Moxxie flashed his waiting wife a smile as he displayed the green coloured appetizer.

Only to find himself frowning in concern as he noticed that Millie was wearing an expression that he rarely got to see.

"You okay Honey? Your looking a little…wistful there."

Earning a sigh from the usually energetic Imp, Moxxie had to admit that his wife's answer caught him off guard.

"Do you…do you think there's something wrong with me Moxxie?"

His concern increasing as he desperately tried to think of the reason behind Millie's rather troubling question, the white haired Imp could only continue to frown in confusion as another question was posed to him.

"I mean, how long have we been married Moxx?"

Though he knew such a question was somewhat rhetorical, he nevertheless answered it as if it had been a serious question.

"Almost five years now. And they have been the best years of my life."

Earning a small smile from his beautiful wife, Moxxie was more than a little saddened by how quickly Millie slipped back into her depression.

"Thanks Hon. They've been the best years of my life too. But, despite the fact that there isn't a single day when you don't, as Ma puts it, 'plow the field', I…I've never..."

Rushing to his wife's side as soon as he saw the first tear come to her eye, Moxxie enveloped his now sobbing wife in a hug as she struggled to give voice to her fears.

"It's just, we've been together for awhile now Moxx. And yet….we haven't even managed to have a young'un of our own."

Opening his mouth to correct his emotional wife, the white-haired Imp was relieved by the slight amendment she made to her statement.

"Apart from Harry of course. But even after we took him in as one of our own, I always thought that, eventually, he'd have a younger sibling or two."

Though happy that her desire for biological children didn't overshadow her love for their adoptive son, Moxxie nevertheless wore a slightly somber expression as he tried to soothe his wife's concern.

"Well…these things take time you know? I mean, it's not like we've exactly been 'doing it' for the sake of getting pregnant. But if we limit our…time together to specific days of the month, then I think the chances of turning Harry into a big brother will increase."

Smiling in relief as he watched Millie's face break into a small smile, the small heartwarming moment was sadly brought to an end by the unfortunate reminder that privacy was rather hard to obtain when one worked for an Imp like Blitzo.

For even though he had gone to great lengths to ensure that their invasive employer couldn't easily sneak into their apartment, his measures to prevent his crazed employer from contacting them outside of work hours was sadly insufficient.

And considering Millie and Harry both enjoyed Blitzo's personalized ringtone, Moxxie knew that unless he wanted to hear the entire opening lyrics of Mustang Dong, he would have to answer the phone.

An act that he regrated immensely as his employer revealed that his efforts to keep him out of their private lives still required work.

"Evening Moxx. I wouldn't normally ask this since I'm an Imp who prefers to shoot first and bullshit later. But since your 'lil Moxxie' is the type of dick that most teenage parents wished they had hanging around their daughter, I'd thought I extend you this courtesy before I headed out."

Releasing an irritated sigh at his employer's backhanded compliment, Moxxie managed to summon his rapidly dwindling patience as he asked a question, he just knew he would regret.

"And what courtesy would that be sir?"

And as expected, the answer was something that really didn't do his anxiety levels any good.

"Well I just thought that since the Kid is the only child Millie is going to have while she's stuck with you, I thought I'd just double-check to make sure that you'd be okay with me cutting his nuts off. I mean, I was going to do it even if you said no, but being the caring employer that I am, I thought I'd give you a heads up before I decrease your chances of becoming a grandfather."

Hurriedly pushing the speaker button so that Millie would be up to speed with this latest development, the white-haired Imp opened his mouth to ask why Blitzo was currently threatening to 'fix' his son.

Only to have his employer answer the unasked question.

"Because it's bad enough that he took my Looney to a bar. But to magically age himself so his 'little dragon' is capable of knocking her up, not to mention the fact that he's purposefully getting her drunk, it's taking all of my self control not to act like Millie did when we went to that dank ass wizard prison."

He wasn't sure which was scarier.

The fact that Blitzo was once again talking about harming his boy. And seemed to be ideally located for such a thing to occur.

Or the cold-like manner in which Millie responded to this threat.

"What did you say?"

…

Despite the fact that she was still sorta pissed that she had to spend her evening with the feathered nerd, all in all, Loona had been enjoying her evening.

Yes, she had to put up with the occasional loser who thought that girls who chugged down beer were willing to chug down anything. Though luckily the more blatant pervs had gotten the message that trying to touch her, or the owl princess, would result in them being beaten to a bloody pulp by all three transformed inhabitants of Hell.

Was probably one of the few times where she actually enjoyed doing something with the thin avian woman.

And yes the beer lacked the same alcoholic kick as the ones down below, though it was a good deal tastier than what she could normally afford back home.

But despite all that, the transformed Hellhound had been having a wonderful time.

Both she and Harry had gotten into a drinking contest with the local champion. Which they both easily won since their livers were far tougher than the fatty who had passed out after the tenth round of pitchers.

She nearly managed to wipe the smug smile off of the teenaged Goetia's face by nearly beating her at a game of darts. The loss still rankled, but she was confident that with a bit of practice the next game would be hers.

And perhaps the best of all, she got to watch her reptilian pupil piss off the drunken group of perverts that had clearly wanted to lay a hand on her currently human-shaped body.

"NOOO STOP SIGNS! SPEED LIIMMITS! NOBODYS GONNA SLOW ME DOWN!"

Yes his method revealed that he wasn't quite the musical prodigy that Moxxie was, though she suspected that part of the issue was that he wasn't used to his new voice.

But despite the terrible rendition of the rather cliché song, the fact remained that Harry was basically telling the human losers that having an impressive singing voice was not the reason why two girls were hanging out with him.

Snickering as she took yet another sip of her beer, Loona found her amusement somewhat ruined as Octavia, whose liver had proven to be far inferior to her companions since she had stopped drinking after the fifth pitcher of beer, asked something that she really shouldn't have forgotten.

"So what song are you going to sing once Harry is done tort..I mean entertaining the crowd?"

Snorting in involuntary amusement at the bird woman's accurate labelling of their friend's singing prowess, Loona took another swig of her beer before answering the question.

"Don't know yet. Think it depends on how drunk the crowd is. Cause I don't know about you, but I am not going to make a fool of myself when people are likely to remember it the next day."

Her words earning an amused snort from the slimmer woman, the ponytailed Hellhound felt a small smirk spread across her face as the Goetia Princess expressed a similar opinion.

"Sounds perfectly reasonable in my opinion. My father of course would leap at the chance to perform on stage, especially if your da…I mean your employer happened to be a member of the audience. But since this crowd is unlikely to remember the events of the evening, I suppose it would make sense to test my musical ability before I performed before a more judgemental crowd."

Nodding her head to show that she agreed with such a sentiment, Loona briefly cast her eyes over the rest of the bar before chuckling.

"Yeah. Unlike back home, the worst these human flesh bags can do is throw a few beer bottles if they don't like your singing. And while you kinda look like a stiff breeze could knock you over, you got the resilience of a cockroach."

Enjoying the way her companion's pink colored eye twitched in annoyance at this remark, Loona was luckily spared from listening to the girl's angry retort thanks to the relieved sounding tones of the pub's disk jokey.

"Alright ladies and gents, lets give a big round of applause for Harold Dameon. Takes a lot of guts to get up on stage, and even more guts to finish his song while suffering from some sort of throat surgery."

Surprised that Harry chose to respond to this criticism by simply sticking up his middle finger, the human disguised Hellhound felt a small knot of anxiety settle in her stomach as she approached the now vacant stage.

"But please, put your hands together for our next performer. Miss Loona!"

Ignoring the cheers and perverted wolf whistles, and smiling a bit when she noticed Harry giving her an encouraging thumbs-up, Loona took a deep breath before launching herself into a song that would undoubtedly send her adoptive father into a rage if he was part of an audience.

For not only did the lyrics have a tendency to make Blitzo double the intensity of his usually overprotective tendencies, but the dancing style of the artist that first sung this song was enough to give him a heart attack.

But since the lead artist was perhaps was a Hellhound like her, albeit one whose figure was noticeably curvier than her own, and the fact that it was tough for non Succubi to become famous in Hell's music industry, Loona cared little for her adoptive dad's opinion.

Especially since it provided her an opportunity to not only impress her currently mature friend but annoy the anorexic chicken that had made this night possible.

"I hear your heartbeat to the beat of the drums

Oh, what a shame that you came here with someone

So while you're here in my arms

Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

We're gonna die young

We're gonna die young

Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

Young hearts, out our minds

Runnin' till we outta time

Wild childs, lookin' good

Livin' hard just like we should

Don't care whose watching when we tearing it up (you know)

That magic that we got nobody can touch (for sure)

Looking for some trouble tonight (yeah)

Take my hand, I'll show you the wild side

Like it's the last night of our lives (uh huh)

We'll keep dancing till we die

I hear your heartbeat to the beat of the drums

Oh, what a shame that you came here with someone

So while you're here in my arms

Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

We're gonna die young

We're gonna die young

Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young."

…..

Though he knew many would be shocked to hear him admit this, there were in fact a couple of lines that he would never willingly cross.

For If forced to choose between a butt load of cash and his Looney's happiness, he would always choose his daughter.

Unless of course the cash option was large enough to pay for a greater source of happiness for Loona. But since Loona occasionally had bouts of sentimentality that overrode the desire for material things, such a decision wouldn't work all the time.

And when it came to his employees, especially Moxxie, he would always place their well being above his own. Though that still didn't prevent him from mocking his fellow male for his killing techniques, his insecurities, and the type of loving relationship that he had always dreamed about, but always ran away from due to his own toxic feelings of self worth.

However, thanks to years of learning how to temporarily hide from Loona's keen sense of smell, plus all the experience he had gained sneaking into places that he really wasn't allowed in, he was able to see a sight that made his blood boil.

For while he could not deny that his baby girl had more musical talent than the booze addicted whore he had once dated, the way a certain dragon boy was smiling at her as he watched his baby girl sway her hips was enough to make his trigger finger extra itchy.

The only reason why he had yet to try his hand at dragon slaying was that he knew that any punishment he could dish out would pale in comparison to the horror's that were no doubt already coursing through Millie's head.

He was lucky that he had the foresight to leave an active portal open before coming to the Human world. Otherwise Moxxie would have had a chance to cool down the raging inferno that was his wife's temper.

Which meant that as soon as he had back up, along with some of the knock out gas the Kid had generously stockpiled for the company before Lucifer enrolled him in boarding school, he would be able to not only watch another violently protective parent discipline their child, but also watch an entire room full of perverted bar flies soil themselves before losing consciousness.

And thanks to the tracker he had snuck into the inner lining of Moxxie's jacket, his two employees should be showing up right about no…

"Where is he?! Where is that boy?!"

Trying, and failing, to keep a predatory smile from spreading across his face as Millie forcibly took his peeping spot, Blitzo wasted no time in helping his violent employee out.

"Right over there Mills. I got to say that I'm quite disappointed with your boy. Leaving aside the fact that he is clearly wishing to violate the new company policy about dating one's colleagues, his choice of table indicates that he needs further training in situation awareness."

"Umm that's not exactly accurate sir. You see, when a dragon demon reaches a certain age their sens.."

"Shut up Moxxie. The plan isn't to listen to you brag about the awesome abilities of your adoptive kid alright. It's to prevent him from making me a twenty-something grandpa."

"But aren't you close to fort…"

"One more word out of you Moxx and I'll consider revoking your access to the company's health plan."

Seeing that the white haired Imp was getting read to scorn the company's recently improved benefits, which now allowed its no secretarial or management staff to purchase precisely one tiny bottle of the cheap aspirin every four months, Blitzo could only grin as Millie once again cemented her position as his favorite underling.

"So how we going to do this? We got a limited number of exit points, sixteen witnesses, and only enough gas to knock out half of them."

Nodding his head in approval at his employee's tactical thinking, the former circus performer wasted no time in sharing his plan with his newly arrived backup.

"It's not quite up to my usual level, but since I only had an hour to plan, it will have to do."

"What do you mean you had an hour to plan?"

Sighing in annoyance, Blitzo casually answered Moxxie's question before outlining his scheme to protect his Loonie's virtue.

"I mean that I've spent the last hour casing out this joint before you showed up."

"But….you only called us twenty minutes ag…"

"The important thing is that in the time that I've had I've been able to come up with a fool proof plan to not only deal with these human meatbags but also keep a certain trio from high tailing it out of there. Of course the Kid and mini girl Stolas could probably use magic to get out of there, but if we move fast enough, they won't know what hit'em."

Bracing himself for yet another protest from the dorkish Imp, Blitzo was relieved by Millie's display of cool professionalism.

"So what do we do first?"

Smirking at his employee's clear eagerness to go in and kick some ass, especially since there was a strong likelihood that said eagerness would quick turn into the type of punishment that human's had publicly abandoned as people began to give an actual fuck about what happened behind closed doors, Blitzo eagerly set the ball rolling.

….

There were many things he admired about his avian friend.

Her intelligence.

Her sense of humor.

And her willingness to show patience when she had every right to ignore the excited questionings of his less experienced self.

But while Harry would show no hesitation in voicing this admiration, there was perhaps one aspect of his pink eyed friend that he found to be somewhat…troubling.

It wasn't her looks. For even if she was slimmer than Loona, and showed little sign of inheriting her mother's more curvaceous figure, there was no denying that she was beautiful.

Nor was it the way she was constantly getting into arguments with the female Hellhound. Though he did note that they did seem to be putting in the effort to limit themselves to insults instead of claws and magic.

It was the fact that Via had sadly inherited the screeching tones of Stella Goetia. Which sadly enough only seemed to occur when the owl demon was trying to engage in a bit of musical fun.

If she had chosen to sing a song where lyrics only worked if they were screamed at people, then Harry would have enjoyed Via's performance with nearly as much enthusiasm as he had enjoyed Loona's.

But since she had chosen for some odd reason a country song, the temporarily aged dragon demon could only cringe as he listened to his friend butcher her performance.

"SWEEEEET HOME ALABAMA!

WHERE THE SKIES ARE SO BLUE!"

"GET OFF THE STA….GRK!"

Though still somewhat surprised that his current body increased his ability to use wandless magic, for Stolas had told him that magical maturity could not be rushed even if physical maturity could, Harry was nevertheless satisfied by the result.

Even if a certain disguised Hellhound wasn't.

"What the fuck did you do that for? First intelligent thing these drunken assholes have done all night."

Even if he did somewhat agree with that particular sentiment, Harry nevertheless had to shake his head as he chastised the beer chugging canine.

"Maybe. But since Via is my friend, kind of obligated to back her up when she's dealing with judgemental assholes."

"Except of course when the judgemental assholes are your friends and family. Then you gotta keep your mouth shut if you wanna keep the peace."

Acknowledging the point with a small nod, Harry felt himself clearing his throat in understandable nervousness as Loona shot him a look that perhaps for the first time made him understand the appeal of dangerous women.

"Then again, said friends or family might get more pissed off if you refuse to pick a side. Which I suppose kinda solves the entire problem since you have now become the wanted punching bag for everybody."

Conceding the point with a small nod of agreement, for he had seen this happen first hand during his dad's numerous attempts to get along Grandma Lin and Grandpa Joe, Harry moved to make his own opinion known.

Only to be stopped by something that gave him a way to stop Via's singing without hurting her feelings.

"Hey asswipe! We got a bone to pick with you."

Fighting the urge to grin as he stared at the clearly inebriated trio, Harry kept his tone pleasant as he addressed the slightly more thuggish leader.

"What can I do for you gents?"

As expected his question served to merely piss off the drunken muscle head. Who made no effort to conceal his disgust as he gave his answer.

"You can fuck off that's what! It ain't right that a smoking babe like this one is being held hostage by a nancy faced boy like you. And it definently isn't right for you to be doing it to two babes at the same time."

Seeing Loona tense up at these words, for if there was one thing that was guaranteed to set her off it was someone claiming that she was dependent on others, Harry slowly stood up until he was staring right into the slightly unfocused gaze of the glaring human.

"Is that right? Well in that case, I think I only have one thing to say to that."

His words earning a scoff from the drunken fool, Harry felt a momentary flash of pity cross his face as the balding continued to dig his own grave.

"And what's that? Some fancy ass talk about how these bitches are only with you because you promise to fuck both of them at the same t…GRRKKKK!"

Wincing in sympathy as he watched the man crumple to the floor, for he knew first hand just how powerful Loona's kicks could be, though thankfully he had never experienced a kick to the groin, Harry skillfully dodged a blow to his head before launching an attack of his own.

Sadly he had to pull his punches since his dad had forbade him from using lethal violence unless his life was truly in jeopardy. But considering that he now had the body of a physically mature dragon demon, even a light tap from him was enough to cause some damage.

And even if he couldn't use his full strength, he could still use the moves he learned from his spars with his mom and Loona to make each and every attacker look like an idiot.

And since bar fights were nearly impossible to stop if a group of drunks were united in a common purpose, Harry could only nod his head in acceptance as the human disguised Hellhound voiced their next step.

"I'll get the princess and take on those on the left. You stay here and take out those on the right. Deal?"

Wordlessly accepting the instructions, and happy to see that Via had adopted a posture that indicated that she was ready to do her bit, Harry smirked as his latest challenger came swinging at him with a smashed beer bottle.

It was easy enough to dodge before elbowing he sour smelling man in the throat.

Nor did he have any trouble ducking below the cue stick that had been launched at his head like a javelin.

No, what truly made him belief that he was in trouble was the fact that the room was not only filling with a familiar purple colored gass, but also with the wrathful shrieks of a woman who had clearly been pushed to her limit.

But as his body turned in the direction of his mother's murder spree, Harry smartly stilled as he heard not only the familiar click of a pistol being cocked, but also the voice of someone whose mental stability was always under question.

"Not so fast bucko!"

…..

Though her husband would claim otherwise, Millie knew that she was a simple Imp with simple desires.

For her, having a loving family, a job that allowed her to kill people, and the means to safeguard the first two were all that she ever wanted in life.

And even if her boy was more than capable of defending himself, she still wouldn't hesitate to back him up.

Even if she was incredibly pissed with him.

Which was why she was taking the opportunity to vent her more volatile feelings on these human dirtbags before she got to the distasteful task of disciplining her child.

For while Harry was a remarkably tough kid for his age, Moxxie's influence had ensured that he did have a sensitive side. Albeit one that was only shown around those closest to him.

Meaning that she would have to watch her words lest she accidentally say something that made him sulk like his father.

Sadly however, just as she finished knocking out her third gasping human, she was met with a sight that restored all of the violent rage she had managed to vent out.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING SIR!?"

Though slightly annoyed that her husband had managed to beat her to the punch, Millie nevertheless had no issue with Moxxie's outburst since it guaranteed that she had backup should she need to put Blitzo in his place.

And since he had yet to remove the pistol away from her grown up baby's torso, it was becoming apparent that the bar's already filthy floors would soon be covered in Imp blood.

"What does it look like I'm doing Moxx?"

"I'd say it looks like you're about to castrate the kid."

Nodding her head in agreement with a surprisingly still conscious bar fly, whose words quickly earned him a kick in the head courtesy of a human shaped Loona, Millie felt herself calm down by the barest of fractions as Blitzo provided a rather reasonable excuse as to his current actions.

"Well it might look that way, and if enough of these losers had guns I might have been able to blame such a occurrence on a stray bullet, but I assure you that is not my intention. I just thought that with the Kid being magic and all, he might have escaped in the chaos."

"Actually I wasn't.."

"Quiet bucko! It's bad enough you brought my Looney out to a bar looking like some newbie bouncer. But to try and ditch her after instigating a bar fight? The only reason why my trigger finger isn't twitchy is because I watched you protect her from these perverted drunks before we entered the scene."

Flashing her currenting glaring son a look of pride for handling the situation like a man, for she sincerely doubted Harry was intending to leave his friends in order to escape punishment, Millie felt herself frown as the other human disguised member of the busted trio decided to diffuse the situation.

"And I wonder what my father would say if he discovered that you had been spying on us for all this time, but only intervened after things became violent. He'll be angry enough that these humans tried to make a pass at me, but I doubt he'll be happy when he learns that some of them tried to hurt me."

Feeling a small pang of sympathy as a look of horror flashed across Blitzo's face at this revelation, for everyone knew that beneath his goofy exterior Stolas was not a Demon that was to be trifled with, Millie felt herself release a sigh of relief as her employer finally withdrew his pistol from her son's groin.

But that still wasn't enough to stop her from marching up to her towering son and punching him in the arm.

Something which hurt her more than it hurt him from both a emotional, and physical point of view.

"You're in big trouble mister! Not only did you sneak out of school without first telling us where you were going, but you also had the nerve to experiment with drugs?! I thought I taught you better than that."

Ignoring the way Blitzo was enjoying this display of tough parenting, Millie felt her eyes narrow as Harry tried to explain his actions.

"I wasn't taking any drugs mom. It was just a minor ageing po.."

"It was something that changed your body into what it is now boy! The only reason why I'm not more pissed with you is because at least you had the smarts to bring both Loona and Stolas's daughter with you. If you got into trouble, they'd at least be there to help get you out of it"

Satisfied to see a look of shame cross her son's features, idly noting that they appeared to be a touch more youthful than they had been a second ago, Millie decided to hold her tongue as Moxxie announced his punishment.

"Your grounded for the first week of your winter break, and are going to be on maintenance for a month afterwards. You can still train, but ONLY if you've finished your new chores."

Seeing that BLitzo was about to intervene, no doubt in an attempt to try and make the punishment worse than it had to be, Millie backed up her husband's decision.

"That's right hon. If I see you much as a single uncleaned rifle, or unsharped blade, you can kiss your shooting range privileges goodbye for another two months".

Earning a reluctant nod of acceptance from her now undeniably shrinking boy, and idly noting that Moxxie in the proncess of convincing the lanky princess to return home, Millie turned towards her currently pouting boss with an expression that her mama had always worn when she had to discipline her unruly brood.

"Better open up the portal Blitz. I think we've all had enough time standing in a room filled with gas, beer, and blood."

Smirking as she watched the taller Imp grumble as he pulled out their company's chief way to get to the human world, Millie's expression became slightly guarded as a small tingle started to go up her spine.

As a trained assassin, she had learned to trust her instincts.

And right now they were starting to scream that she get her family the hell out of that bar.

But just as turned to tell her boss, who was busy pushing the now book holding Hellhound into the glowing portal, her words were drowned out in a fresh bang of gas and light.

She was only slightly aware of the sensation of being thrown threw the air, luckily landing on the new office rug that Blitzo had blown half of Moxxie's bonus on.

But despite the hazing feeling that was coursing through her head, along with the temporary pain that came from having her husband land on her stomach, Millie was still able to see a sight that caused her to desperately race to the closing portal.

And she violently punched the wall for failing to get to it in time, she vowed that nothing would stand between rescuing her son.

And her goofy asshole of a boss.

…..

ANNNNNNND I think this is a good point to end this chapter lol

I do apologize for the cliff hanger, but I think that ending it here…and thus starting the Episode 6 arc in another chapter will work better in the long run.

Now, to briefly clarify what has happened in this chapter, and to address some comments that have been made to me.

Millie and Moxxie having a discussion about future children was pretty straightforward….pleased with how I had its more about expanding the family/giving Harry a sibling rather than wanting a biological child of their own.

The scene with Loona on stage...THAT has been something I had been intending to do for a while ever since I first saw VivziePop's Die Young Music video.

Blitzo's thought process is always going to be a chaotic/random mess….at least until he has heart to heart moments.

Ocatvia on stage and the bar fight were again straight froward

And the last scene was basically the beginning of MY vision for this crossover's version of Episode 6. I had long dwelled on whether or not it would be Harry, Moxxie, AND Blitzo in need of rescuing, but have decided on it to be merely Harry and Blitzo.

Doing this to them gives them an opportunity to clear the air a bit…not to mention we have an opportunity to discover some of Harry's internal thoughts when he is having his own drug induced visions.

Anyways, some brief answers to some questions that have been posed to me.

The nature of Blitzo's relationship with the Goetias. Wont go into TOOO much detail…but I can safely say that whereas Stolas does geuniely love him…Stella does not.

As for who Harry will end up with…..Not a harem. TOO many stories where Harry has tons of wives for reasons of politics/power of love. However….full blown romantic relationship with two ladies….and perhaps the odd shared booty call with others….dooable.

And yes….I do intend to touch upon the Hazbin crew in the near future…still working out how to do so. BUT…playing with the idea of throwing Sirius a bone when it comes to romance.

Anyways…hopefully you all enjoyed this chapter.

Not sure when I will have the next one out since I intend to released/update another chapter for another story.

But hopefully it wont be too long.

As always plz review. No flames.

Til next time.