"What were you thinking, Andrew?!" yelled Felicia, slamming her fist down on the table. "We have an arrangement! You do not get to go around dictating policies without my—our approval! Not to mention the language you used earlier…"

Andrew could feel the tension weighing down on him like a stack of bricks. He stood near the door, his back pressed up against the wall. He wanted to leave. A voice in his head insisted that he run, flee, or do whatever it might take to escape the beast assaulting him.

Felicia was the only other person in the room standing. Larry and Eugene sat with disgruntled looks plastered across their faces. The Gallade glared at him with crossed arms.

Charlie's face was hidden, clasped underneath his paws as he laid his head down on the table. The Raichu was murmuring but Andrew couldn't hear a thing. The only hints he got toward what he might be saying was from Felicia occasionally shooting him a dirty look.

"Well, Andrew, anything to say for yourself?" Felicia asked. .

Andrew bit his lip. "Look… I… It's just that… Ugh." He too covered his face.

Goddamnit goddamnit GODDAMNIT! You idiot! What were you thinking, they're plotting against you! You know that! This is exactly what that stupid dog—Lucario, whatever she is, wants. Felicia wanted this! It was her plan and you fell right into it. Of course you did.

He took a deep breath before looking back up. "The newspaper people want me dead. You never would have approved the necessary reforms needed for my safety. And it affects you too! Those people are writing all the stuff to set up my murder—then guess who's next! I'm the only thing that stands between our enemies and your death."

Felicia began to show a smile. It rapidly grew wider, her lips curled higher and higher to expose her sharp teeth. Then a sound—a very odd sound came from her mouth. It was one foreign to Andrew. And from the looks of Eugene, Larry, and Charlie who had decided to finally reveal his face, it was unknown to them too.

Felicia was laughing.

She grabbed hold of the top of the chair to support herself, her laughing growing louder. A hiccup came from the Lucario's throat. Her body jerked without any rhyme or reason causing the sacks on the sides of her head to flail as well. After a minute, Felicia's laughing began to sputter. It became weaker, more controlled. She stabilized herself.

"Are you serious?" Felicia asked with a smile.

Andrew grimaced. "Yes. You might be too stupid to see it, but it's true. I saw the Grandeport Gazette last week, it had a comic in it. We were in the comic. It was mocking us! You have to understand that those new laws I was trying to inform the journalists of were for all of our safety."

"Wow, simply… I cannot believe it," Felicia shook her head. She slid down into her seat, clasping her paws together and resting them on the table. "The absolute gaul you have, Andrew. I always knew you were an odd creature. However, this is something else. The fact that you chose to go behind my back because you read something in the newspaper, I simply cannot believe it."

Andrew rolled his eyes. "Plenty of crazier things have happened."

"You're a figurehead. Charlie has told you this, I have told you this. This council has made that very clear! Am I correct?!" Felicia demanded, raising her arms.

Eugene and Larry nodded. Charlie nodded, albeit more tentatively, barely moving his head. He sighed.

Andrew did too. "I really was trying to do what was right. You guys are just hard to work with sometimes, that's all it was! I promise it won't happen again."

"It better not, Marshtomp," Felicia curled her paw into a fist. "You are replaceable. There's no reason we can't scoop up another Pokemon off the street and make them president. My patience is running out."

Andrew nodded. "G-Got it."

The Lucario turned to Charlie, narrowing her eyes at him. "And you, Charlie, don't think I'm letting you off the hook. I've told you to keep him on a leash and it seems he's been getting more bold. Now I have to call both of you out here. Do you think I enjoy that?"

"Felicia, can we maybe not do this here? I know things have been a bit rough—"

"Not do this here?!" Felicia yelled. "Charlie, you asked me for responsibility. Now you've got it. And a part of that responsibility is me reprimanding you when you let Andrew run wild and do whatever he wants. This was your issue to avert."

Charlie threw up his arms. "He didn't tell me that he was holding a press conference! I didn't even know he knew what those were."

"Hey I knew what press conferences were well before any of you…" Andrew trailed off upon the realization he was being ignored.

Charlie huffed. "I'm not a babysitter! I can help him out but you can't expect me to literally be with him all the time to make sure he doesn't do stupid crap. Like, why don't you yell at him about that?"

"I just did!"

"Then why are you yelling at me?!" questioned Charlie.

Andrew cleared his throat. "Guys."

"I'm not yelling at you!" Felicia tried to explain in a soft tone.. "I'm just letting you know that you have to do better. Andrew watch is a twenty-four-seven job. I'm not sure why you haven't made him move into the castle like you said you would."

"Guys!" Andrew repeated, only to be ignored again.

The Raichu groaned. "Andrew has zero desire to move into the castle. He hasn't brought it up once, plus I think he's got a house anyway. Maybe he rents, though. I'll ask him at some point but I guarantee you he'll throw a tantrum if I demand he move in."

"Guys, I am right here." Andrew deadpanned as Charlie and Felicia continued to bicker. "I thought I was at least a bit more to you guys than a pet…"

Larry chuckled, eyeing him. "Hardly. However, I give you props as I believe this is the first time you haven't been the most insufferable in the room."

"Wow, thanks," he muttered sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

As Andrew turned his gaze back to the table, he noticed something different. Charlie and Felicia's seats had become empty. Instead, they were now both standing atop the table pointing and yelling at each other like a couple of angry children.

"...I have more value than just being the Andrew guy! Felicia, is that all I am to you? Am I the royal babysitter? Because if that's all I am—"

"Charlie!" Felicia interrupted. "You know I see you as more than simply the royal babysitter. But this is the job you have and I expect you to do far better than you currently are! What happened earlier wasn't a mere slip up, he had to plan that, communicate with someone in the government, somehow get the word out, not to mention set up the auditorium. Right, Andrew?"

He smiled, shooting his flipper up into the government. "Yes! Finally, some acknowledgement. Of course I had to coordinate everything. There was this woman I found on the second floor, I forget her name… What Pokemon was she? Definitely a cat one."

"Not helping, Andrew," Charlie said quietly.

Andrew waved his flipper. "I talked to her and she was able to do all the stuff that made the press conference happen. Whatever it was."

Felicia slowly turned her gaze, locking eyes with Andrew. "How did you know to find Miranda?"

"Who's Miranda?"

"The Luxray, royal head of communications. Deputy Minister…" She stood up and began to pace the table. "Andrew, how did you know where to find her? Who did you ask?"

Andrew looked up at the ceiling for a moment. "Uh, Charlie, I think. Just asked him how to get a message out and he showed me her office."

Felicia's was tense. She walked like a robot, movements rigid and unnatural. The room fell silent as everyone's eyes followed Felicia around the table. Again, again, and again she circled.

Finally, she took a deep breath. She put her paws atop the headrest of Charlie's chair before saying in an oddly quiet voice. "This meeting's over. Charlie. My office. Now!"

Andrew sat down on a bench. The air was cold, like it always seemed to be, though that didn't stop the sun from trying to fill every corner of his eyes. He held up a flipper to shield himself. Various Pokemon strolled by seemingly not noticing the two guards which stood tall on either side of the bench.

Man, feels like this winter will never end. How long has it been?

He could see Charlie walking over with a vanilla ice cream cone in each paw. Thank god, took him long enough.

Andrew scooted to the side as Charlie plopped down next to him. He handed him an ice cream, which Andrew waited no time to begin licking.

"Felicia's really pissed, Andrew."

Andrew didn't look at him, fixated on his ice cream. "Oh, that sucks."

"You got me into this mess," he took a bite of his ice cream. "I don't like fighting with her. That woman… I'll be honest, Andrew. She's one of the only people who has ever cared about me, and I'll always admire her for that. But man, she's scary."

Andrew grumbled. "Yeah, I didn't realize how nuts she was. I'm my own damn person and can make my own damn decisions. I'm not a puppet."

"She wouldn't have yelled at me in her office for twenty minutes if it weren't for you. Great job, Andrew. It's good to know that you're always looking out for me."

The Marshtomp rolled his eyes. "Says the guy whose job it was to watch me. Is that why you follow me around? Is that why we get ice cream together? Is this just another excuse for you to keep tabs on me so I don't exercise my Arceus-given rights?"

"I'm not dealing with this now," Charlie said, before biting into his cone and loudly crunching. He spoke with his mouth full. "You're so spoiled. You get to screw around all day because I chose you to be our guy. You owe me everything."

"I don't owe you a damn—"

The streets began to rumble.

Andrew's head fin vibrated, sending the same odd, slightly painful feeling down his spine. He frowned, muttering, "Goddamnit."

A wall of pokemon slowly lurched forward from the street ahead. It was hard to make out from the distance Andrew was at, but he could tell they were holding signs with slogans in bold letters. Shouting came from the crowd. It was loud, only growing louder and louder…

Charlie groaned. "What did you do this time?"

"I didn't do anything!" Andrew humphed, stuffing the ice cream cone into his mouth. "Maybe they're in support of me. Weren't they last time?"

The Raichu stood up, grabbing Andrew's flipper and pulling him up. "Maybe, but I'm not betting on these guys being fans."

"Everyone's a critic…"

The protesters were now only a couple hundred feet away. The square had begun to clear as the non-protesting Pokemon began to run, fly, or crawl in different directions. Curtains were pulled over storefronts, and signs proclaiming stores open one by one, flipped to closed. The square had become devoid of all shopgoers and passersbys, other than Andrew and Charlie..

…But far from quiet. .

"Andrew we need to go. Now!" Charlie pleaded, gripping Andrew's flipper tighter.

Andrew, however, wasn't interested. He stared blankly at the approaching crowd. "C'mon, can't we just stay to see what it's about?"

"Since when do you love protests?!" Charlie practically screeched.

"Since they started loving me."

Charlie sighed. "They're burning you. Again."

"What? I don't see Leo…" Andrew turned his gaze higher to see crudely made dolls suspended on sticks above the crowd. The most prominent was a doll depicting him, with button eyes and a crudely stitched, red smile. And upon further inspection Andrew determined that Charlie was… correct. The doll was on fire.

That wasn't all, though. Behind the Andrew doll were four others made in a similar style. Button eyes, strange grins, and noodle-like limbs dangling to and fro—actually, those were exclusive to the other dolls.

Andrew pumped his flipper. At least they got something right about me.

The other four dolls were of a Raichu, Lucario, Gallade, and Tyrantrum.

"Hey Charlie," Andrew remarked. "They got the whole council up there. Why aren't they on fire?! You guys deserve to burn too."

Charlie rolled his eyes. "Thanks for letting me know."

From the crowd, several balls on fire emerged. They were hardly a sight which caught either Charlie or Andrew off guard. Each one of them struck one of the council dolls, lighting them all ablaze. Andrew smiled.

"Finally, a bit of equality in this protest."

Charlie yanked Andrew's flipper, using increasing strength in an attempt to make him budge. "Can we PLEASE go now? They'll try to hurt us if they realize who we are."

"We can go once we know if they are friendly or not," Andrew humphed.

And then the crowd stopped.

Their slow, zombie-like movement forward had ceased. The protest had formed a perfectly straight line bisecting the square. The Pokemon's voices began to decrease in volume, slowing to a murmur, and then finally…

Silence.

"Damn," whispered Andrew. "It's even quieter than when I was here in the middle of the night."

Through pulling, Charlie had managed to get Andrew to walk a single step forward. "They probably noticed us, idiot. My Arceus, Andrew, I knew you'd be the death of me."

The crowd parted to allow a Conkeldurr to escape its grasp. The Pokemon carried a large, dark green platform, a similar color to Andrew's bowtie. It was only three… maybe four feet tall. The hell are they gonna do with that?

The opening remained to allow a second Pokemon to exit, a Cinderace. She strutted over to the podium, gracefully leaping onto it and landing on her feet. Her back faced Andrew and Charlie. Still, they were both able to easily hear her as she cleared her throat.

"Before I say anything else, I just want to give you all a thank you for being here. I know you all have busy lives and I appreciate you all for taking the time out of your day to be here with me. What we have here is more than just a gathering—or as the police call it—a protest. We have a movement," she said in a mature voice.

Andrew narrowed his eyes. "It better be a movement dedicated to worshiping me."

The Cinderace continued. "My husband, James. He was the sweetest man you've ever met. I don't think there's ever been a more courageous, funny, or inspirational Pokemon out there."

"Oh shit," he muttered. "They're mad at you, aren't they?"

Charlie gave Andrew a light kick. "Whatever you say, Andrew. Now can we go already? Do I have to knock you unconscious and drag you out of here? Cause I care about you, Andrew, and you know I will."

"This is your fault."

"Excuse me?" Charlie questioned, anger in his voice.

Andrew didn't respond, instead continuing to listen to what the Cinderace had to say.

"It was an ordinary night. We'd had dinner, talked a bit, the usual. James told me that he was going to play the lead role in the theater's new play. A Sailboat Named Magikarp, I think it was? Not that it matters now," she paused. "He was beside me in bed when I heard the glass break. I screamed, I really did. There was this figure, I saw it dash over to the bed so fast I could barely blink."

The crowd remained deathly silent. Even Andrew felt a pang of sadness upon hearing the Cinderace's words. Charlie was yelling but he paid no attention.

"It was too dark for me to really make much out. All I heard was this horrible, horrible slashing noise! I felt a warm liquid splash over my body. It all happened so fast—my husband screamed for his dear life and I didn't even know what was happening. But I felt more and more of the substance splash onto me…"

Charlie grabbed Andrew's chin and successfully pulled the Marshtomp forward. A sharp pain ran through his neck, beating down his back and causing another surge of unpleasantness to shoot into his fins and gills.

"That would have been you if I hadn't put a stop to this," muttered Charlie.

"And then my husband went silent. I called out his name some times and—oh it's all so blurry! I can't quite remember what happened next. But I knew something was wrong, I lit a candle and brought it over to my husband. My poor, poor, James."

The Cinderace began to sniffle. Her voice began to quiver, growing weaker and less confident. Andrew could tell she was trying not to break out into tears.

"I could not recognize what was lying next to me. It took me a long time, I think I stared at James for an hour before I fully realized what I was looking at. He was dead. My husband was murdered in front of me and I just sat there and watched!"

With those words, the Cinderace finally caved in. Her sniffles turned into full out wailing as Andrew could only imagine the waterworks unfolding for the whole crowd to see. She was loud, loud enough that it felt like she was sobbing right beside him. Even Charlie had stopped trying to move him to stare at the commotion. The Bisharp guards remained unmoving.

Andrew scowled at Charlie. "I have morals. My morals are so much better than yours, Charlie. I felt sad when she started crying."

"Look, man," Charlie relented. "I don't enjoy having people killed. But you've got to see the bigger picture here. That would have been you. Now shove your pretend morals down your throat for ten minutes so we can get to safety before these Pokemon notice who we are."

"They could still be in support of us—"

Charlie brought his paw to Andrew's shoulder. As it made contact, a light electric shock vibrated through his body. It was an odd sensation, almost like being massaged, tickled, and burnt all the same time. Luckily, being a ground type dampened most of the pain.

"Next time it'll be powerful enough to fry your brain. Let's go." Charlie let go of Andrew and began to walk away from the protest. One of the Bisharps gave follow, the other staying behind with his eyes glued to Andrew.

The Marshtomp stomped the ground. "Fry my brain? I'd fry his right back."

Despite his comment, Andrew chased after Charlie. He ran using only a small bit of strength, which created the sight of Andrew half skipping—half running after Charlie, whose pace had only quickened. He could hear the Bisharp behind.

"Charlie! Charlie!" Andrew panted.

Charlie continued moving forward without response. Andrew groaned.

The two of them quickly found themselves away from the square. The surrounding streets returned to a sense of normalcy. Pokemon moved in and out of shops, sat along the side of the room, chatted, laughed, and most of all, gave strange looks upon seeing Andrew and Charlie pass by.

"I miss when they didn't know who I was," Andrew said, locking eyes with a curious looking Shelgon.

Charlie kept moving along. He ignored the staring Pokemon, not taking a single second to return any glances. "Surprised you haven't gotten used to it. I sure have. I kind of like it, you know? Makes me feel all powerful."

"I am all powerful."

Charlie stuck up his paw. "Actually, I am all powerful."

Andrew scoffed. "You're not the president."

"But I am the one who had several of Mirage's heirs killed," Charlie smirked. "So you can keep living your fantasy of being all powerful. Face it, Andrew, I'm the one on top here… And I'm getting pretty sick of you pretending that it's ever been the other way."

I'm getting pretty sick of you.

Charlie swerved into an ally. Against the wall of a building was a simple, unremarkable, wooden door. Charle pulled a thin key out from his fur. He stuck it into the handle, twisted it a couple times, before carefully opening up the door.

They stepped inside, revealing a small room. The walls were made of exposed planks of wood, and had a distinct smell. Cedar? Andrew wondered. The interior was lightly decorated with a small, red rug on the floor accompanied by two sofas and a small table. A bookshelf stood empty in the corner. There was a small window nestled above one of the couches, providing just enough light to see.

"Like it?" he asked in a smug tone. "Consider this a hideout for when the city has a bit too much activity."

The Bisharp guards positioned themselves in front of the door. Andrew grabbed the handle and slammed it shut before shooting a glare at Charlie.

"Are you mad at me or something?! Because you're trying really hard to get me to clobber your face off, Charlie," said Andrew, approaching Charlie and poking his furry chest.

Charlie grinned, speaking in an artificially dumbfounded tone. "Me? Mad at you? Now, why would I be mad at the all powerful Andrew Marshtomp? Has he… I don't know, undermined me at every turn so he can continue his megalomaniacal power fantasy? That would be quite the shame."

"You killed Mirage, asshole!" screamed Andrew. "You killed James and…" he paused for a moment, his face contorting into a disgusting, enraged grimace. "Did you say several other heirs? Are you serious?! You're horrible Charlie, you're a goddamned murderer if I've ever seen one."

Without warning, Charlie shoved him. Andrew felt the sudden weight on his shoulders as his feet left the ground. Charlie and the furniture suddenly grew taller before Andrew hit the floor, a dull pain enveloped his rear and tail fins.

Andrew looked up at Charlie, lightly shaking his head. He wasn't hurt. Charlie's shove certainly struck a nerve with him, but to his surprise, he did not feel the urge to clobber the Raichu. Andrew's face broke out into a grin.

"Really?" the Marshtomp asked plainly.

Charlie's brow was narrowed. "I am protecting you, whether you like it or not. I wish you could recognize that I do care about you. Is the feeling mutual?"

"You care about me, Charlie?" Andrew pushed himself up. "Because when you shove me to the floor, it really doesn't feel like that. You're slipping. You just lost control of yourself, right?"

Charlie turned away from him, letting out a long, exasperated breath. "It's hard to protect you, Andrew. I don't understand why you can't for once, just accept that I am running the show, and will continue to do so because you're a giant fucking baby!"

"Says the guy who just threw a tantrum and hit me."

The Raichu's tail whipped back and forth. "You couldn't do a single thing if it weren't with my help. You'd be a pathetic, homeless, unemployed, idiotic, literally washed up waste of a life waiting on the beach waiting for Yveltal to have mercy on him."

"You don't think I could do a single thing without you?"

"Nope," Charlie muttered.

Andrew smiled. He stayed silent for a moment, only for a bout of laughter to escape his lips as he stared at Charlie's back. He could feel his chest heave as his lungs grasped for air under the mounting pressure of his laughter. He could hardly care less.

Charlie turned back around, looking more confused than angry. "What's so funny?"

"I've stolen thousands, you idiot!" he managed to say between fits of giggles. "M-Maybe less, I dunno, but I got it from right under your noses!"

Charlie's jaw dropped, he took a step back. "What are you talking about?"

"You believe me, don't you? You know I'm telling the truth!" the Marshtomp wheezed.

Charlie's eyes darted from side to side. "No! You're a liar. You're just mad at me and are trying to screw with me."

"Alright! Wanna bet?!" Andrew plopped himself onto the sofa. He patted the cushion next to him, ushering Charlie to sit.

With a deep sigh, Charlie sat beside him. "If you're serious they're gonna kill you. I'm not exaggerating when I say that Felicia will go to your house and rip your head off. I've seen her do it."

"Well, it's not like you'd tell her," Andrew said nonchalantly.

The Raichu crossed his arms. "It's my job to. If you actually are stealing money Felicia has to know so we can clear things up before it gets out of hand."

"Ooh," Andrew gave a toothy grin. "Small problem there, Charlie. This has been going on since… not sure how long exactly. I think that I've been stealing money to send bribes since I became president. Why do you think Everett hasn't killed me? Or the other guild masters? This has been going on forever and you haven't noticed!"

Charlie's chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace. His whole body was pressed into the sofa, he clutched the armrest as if his life depended on it. "You're lying, Andrew. You're just getting back at me for getting mad. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

"Here's the deal. I'll send you a bribe which should arrive at your office sooner or later to keep you quiet. Then we can have business as usual." Andrew winked at Charlie. He grabbed the Raichu's paw and shook it firmly.

Charlie recoiled, pulling his paw away. "I hope you're lying, Andrew. For your own sake, you better be."

A part of Andrew was scared, his heart raced, with both excitement and absolute dread flowing through his very being. He can be trusted, right? I mean, he's a dirty traitor plotting against me, but what can he do? I've trapped him! I won.

"I think I should lie down," Charlie said softly. He shuffled over to the other couch and laid down.

Andrew realized how tired he was. His head felt so heavy that he wasn't quite sure if his body could properly support it. His eyelids kept falling down, forcing the Marshtomp to use all the strength he had to keep them open. He let out a yawn. Without a second thought, he spread himself out on the couch and let his eyes fall shut.

Andrew opened his eyes. He pushed himself upright and stretched his flippers… except something was odd about them. They were translucent. Is that the right word? I'm not quite sure if it is, but Andrew could kind of see through them, and that wasn't normal.

He looked down at his sleeping body. Wait, what? Andrew's body—the version of it with normal color saturation—was peacefully lying beneath him.

"The hell is this? Am I dead?! I better not be dead!" I said, or I suppose I am saying.

Andrew craned his head around to see Charlie was still sound asleep. Unfortunately, he didn't appear to be in the same ghost-like state Andrew was at the moment. When he turned back to look at his sleeping body… it was gone.

Instead there was a black void.

And now it surrounded him.

Andrew was no longer in Charlie's hideout, but instead floating aimlessly through a black void. The black void. What was I saying again?

"Hello Andrew! It's been some time, hasn't it?"

Andrew darted his head through the void, searching for the source of the voice. "Where are you?" he called out. "Where am I?"

"I must apologize," said the rather deep voice. "I forgot to turn on the lights."

White lines began to cut into the infinite darkness of the void. The spread, growing larger until the blackness could no longer hold. It fractured, shattering like glass, splitting up into tiny pieces and falling into the depths of the white void, never to be seen again.

It was bright. Very bright.

"As it should be!" Arceus laughed, looking down upon Andrew. The "Marshtomp" looked up at him.

"Oh, you again."

He didn't smile, but I could tell he did as he practically burst open my eardrums saying, "It appears I can communicate with you fully now, Andrew. This is your fault. Thank you for finally making the progress necessary so we can speak."

"Oh uh…" Andrew scratched the back of his ethereal head. "You're welcome, I guess?"

"The Lucario is proving problematic, correct?" Arceus said rather abruptly. It was too abrupt, in my opinion. Is he plotting against me?

"I'm not plotting against you. But alas, as the creator of this world I know who is and am doing my best to alert you before they are your downfall. Please, child, listen to what I have to say."

Andrew sighed. It's not like he had any other choice. "Yeah, Arceus. Tell me what you wanna tell me."

"The Resistance is trying to make a comeback. They want vengeance for what you did to Leo, that Quilava's mind has not been the same since you imprisoned him. They are regrouping in the shadows, my child. Each day they grow stronger. I fear the Lucario—the one you call Felicia—is being corrupted by their demonic powers."

"Demonic powers?" Andrew gasped.

Arceus let out a low hum. "Yes. For they have Giratina on their side. However, Andrew, do not fear, for I have chosen you to be my avatar in this wretched earth you walk. And you have done so well."

I couldn't hold back a sheepish grin. "Thanks."

"But your work is far from over. You must continue to take resources from Felicia and her so-called council. It is the only way to ensure those who work for Giratina cannot have them. It is your divine right to steal money from the government. Be the hero this world needs. You are chosen. Take what is rightfully ours and spread this wealth to the impoverished masses. Can you do that, Andrew?"

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. A part of him—perhaps a rational one—told him not to listen. But how could he resist?

"Sure thing—whatever you say!" Said Andrew, hesitation in his voice.

Arceus did not smile, but Andrew could tell he did.

"Very good, my child."

AN: Chapter 40! I know I've said it before, but time flies. Nothing new from me today other than that. The end is in sight, let's hope I can pull this off.

Big thank-yous to DaGamestar, Zee102, DoomHuntley, and Sonic Ramon. None of this would be possible without them.

Feel free to give comments, feedback, and or whatever else you can conjure up. It's always appreciated!

Until next time!