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Adult +
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Yot Trouble
Tolkien owns the elf, the human is property of himself.
Yot Trouble
By SugaryLime (gayshaggingcats@yahoo.co.uk), with help from Legolas Thranduilion and Orlando Bloom.
R-ish.
As usual, the commentary extends the actual shitey fic by threefold at least. Bare, er, bear with me.
__________
Orlando: Shouldn’t that be “YACHT Trouble?”
SugaryLime: I know that, and you know that, but the original author of this piece of shite doesn’t know that. Besides that, coming up with titles for these fucking things is hard.
Orlando: Oh.
Legolas: What was the original title?
SugaryLime: “Legolas and Faith.”
Legolas: Fuck! You mean. . .?
SugaryLime: Yup. If you do this with me, I’ll let you borrow Liam for the weekend.
Orlando: What about me?
SugaryLime: You had him last weekend.
Orlando: Alright, I’ll stay. But you owe me.
SugaryLime: Whatever. Now shut the fuck up so we can start this thing.
//
A/N this is my first fanfic, so i hope you like so please review.
//
Orlando: Translation: This fic sucks more arse than Billy Boyd on a good day.
SugaryLime: Billy? Really? Hmm. He any good?
Orlando: Fuck, yeah. Not as good as you, mind, but good.
SugaryLime: Thanks!
Legolas: What’s his number? I’ll have to give him a ring. . .
//
CHAPTER ONE
Faith was a 35 year old lawyer
//
Orlando: Bit old for a ‘Sue, eh?
SugaryLime: You’d think.
//
who worked for a major firm who every one wanted to have repreasent them in court, she was getting engaged her fiance Sam after 2 years off being together she and him where ready to settle down.
//
Legolas: Sam? Thought he was with Frodo.
SugaryLime: Not that Sam, you fuckwit.
Orlando: Sainsbury’s was having a special. Two full-stops for the price of one, with the purchase of a large order of spell-check from the deli. Pity she didn’t take advantage.
SugaryLime: Evidently this ooesnoesn’t read adverts.
Legolas: I don’t even think she can read.
//
So to anounce there engagement they where going to the Caribbean, they where going to have a party on a boat out at sea and they where going to have the party with friends.
//
SugaryLime: It kills me that she spelt ‘Caribbean’ correctly, but can’t punctuate for shit.
Orlando: [rolls eyes] I don’t know about you lot, but I prefer to have parties by my onesy.
Legolas: Or with complete strangers.
Orlando: See, now that’s not so bad. More anonymous sex that way.
SugaryLime: And you wonder why we slashers like to write you as a slut.
//
Faith did all off the planning and took up all off her spare time when she wasn't wor on on any case, she, Sam and her friends flew out to Bdos dos for a week, they hired a yot, a cook and the yots owner to see them through the week.
//
SugaryLime: Once again, she can spell ‘Barbados’ but she can’t fucking spell ‘of.’ What the hell is that?
Orlando: Maybe she’s one of those idiot savants like Forrest Gump.
Legolas: She’s got the idiot part nailed. Not so sure about the savant.
Orlando: You’re so hot when you’re not so sure about the savant.
SugaryLime: For Christ’s sake, just fuck him, Orlando. Stop looking for excuses.
Legolas: Yeah, Orlando. Just fuck hi- ohhhh.
Orlando: H tha that?
Legolas: Bloomilicious.
//
They would have the party on the first day and chill the rest off the week there was, six off them al together: Faith, Sam, Faiths best friend Cordi, her boy friend Kevin, Faiths boss Cedric and his wife Patunia.
//
SugaryLime: Hey, Orli? Was there anything in that Sainsbury’s advert about apostrophes? Orli? Orlando?
Orlando: Sort of busy here, Sonsy.
SugaryLime: Jesus-tapdancing-Christ in a miniskirt. Fine. do do this myself.
Orlando: Look, just give me twenty minutes, okay?
SugaryLime: Alright. Only if I get to watch.
Orlando: Fine.
SugaryLime: [watches as Orlando bends Legolas over a theatre seat and fucks the holy living hell out of him]
HALF AN HOUR LATER. . .
SugaryLime: Fuck. After that, I need a fucking cigarette.
//
The party was small but formal, Faith wore a stap less mint green dress which fitted under the bust,
//
SugaryLime: Those damn stapped dresses. Fucking inconvenient if you ask me.
Legolas: I thought dresses were supposed to fit over the bust. Do women here walk around with their boobs hanging out?
SugaryLime: Unfortunately not.
//
it was made from silk and at the top of the dress the was a swirling type pattern with sequens, she also wore a long silk, mint green coat to acompany the dress, the coat had long flared sleeves in a type of chinese style.
//
Orlando: Full-fucking-stops, bitch.
SugaryLime: Mint green. A colour normally reserved for old ladies’ Easter dresses.
Orlando: Well, she is thirty-five. By fanfic standards, she’s a fucking geezer.
Legolas: Hey, mind who you’re calling a geezer. You forget I’m nearly three thousand years old.
Orlando: Yeah, but that’s like twenty-five.
//
Faith has green eyes so they went well with the dress, a button nose, rosie red cheeks and lips, she had mousy blonde hair which was tied up in a bun with chinese chop sticks to hold it together.
//
Orlando: She has her eyes dyed to match her evening wear. And the button on her nose, which was made from imported Chinese oyster shells or somethi-”
SugaryLime: You okay there Orli?
Orlando: Yeah, sorry. I just get caught up in all the adjectivisation going on.
Legolas: Adjectivisation?
Orlando: Yeah, you know, over-use of adjectives?
Legolas: So, if I were to say, ‘I want to fuck your fabulously delicious arse into the red carpeted theatre floor, which is no doubt sticky with dozens of spilt ds ans and sweet candy floss, until you come, screaming my name,” that would be adjectivisation?
Orlando: Fuh. . .
SugaryLime: Not to mention severe run-onism and lack of full-stoppedness.
Legolas: Picky, picky.
//
Cordi wore a red velvety type cocktail dress with thin stapes which raped over at the back on a red sall,
//
SugaryLime: We ought to set up a charity to help victims of stape rapings. We could call it the ‘The Dumb Bint Can’t Spell For Shit Foundation.’
Legolas: TDBCSFSF?
SugaryLime: Yeah.
Legolas: Could EvilTwin make T-shirts?
Orlando: I’d buy one.
SugaryLime: No, , yo, you need FuckCount boxers.
Legolas: And where could we get something like that?
SugaryLime: Glad you asked, Elf-boy, because The Gay Shagging Cats Store is open. Stay tuned for more details.
//
Patunia wore a purple dess with three quater lenght sleeves and a sall aswell.
//
SugaryLime: I’d much prefer to wear a dress with three-quarter-length sleeves and a shawl, but hey, that’s just me.
Legolas: And you lot think my name is weird? Who the fuck names their daughter Patunia? At least I have an excuse; I’m Elvish, for Christ sake.
Orlando: So wha what’s the deal with Aragorn?
Legolas: WE’RE JUST FRIENDS!
Orlando: I mean his name, you sod.
Legolas: Oh, uh, I doknowknow.
//
The boys all wore black suits they all looked the part,
//
SugaryLime: Were they playing penguins in an Antarctica documentary?
//
the night went well with lobster for dinner and a typical cheese cake for dessert,
//
Orlando: Sort of like her eyes went with her dress?
SugaryLime: Only not.
//
after dinner they all went into living room type area if you could call it that, they sat down talked and drank campeign at least three off them started to become drunk as the night went on.
//
Orlando: Ahh, campeign in the living room. Such a life.
SugaryLime: Time to ring up the Pointless Sentence Brigade. [picks up mobile and dials] Fuck! They’re all tied up over at FanFiction.net. Got twenty-three thousand Lord of the Rings fics to hack through.
Legolas: Tied up? Who? Where?
Orlando: Me, if you’ve got any of that Elven rope.
Legolas: It’s your lucky day!
CUE INTERMISSION MUSIC
SugaryLime: Hey guys? You think we can get this thing done today? Don’t forget, Legolas, you’ve got another fic to help me with.
Legolas: Shit.
SugaryLime: Aragorn’ll be there.
Legolas: Let’s go!
Orlando: Hey! Thought you were just friends!
Legolas: Uh, yeah, but we’re really good friends.
//
Went Faith finally realised that Cordi and Sam where missing. Mean while at the back of the boat Cordi and Sam where having an arguement.
//
Orlando: Uh, what?
SugaryLime: Don’t look directly at it! You’ll go blind!
//
'You have got to tell her Sam' snapped Cordi
'i no' said Sam getting frustrated with Cordi
'no sam i don't think that you you do' spat Cordi 'i cant even look at Faith in the eye with out thinking off you and her it, discussed me, you have got to tell Faith by the end off tonight'.
//
Legolas: This one surkes kes her commas, doesn’t she?
Orlando: Maybe her dad works in a comma factory and she doesn’t want him to be made redundant, so she’s buying up all the commas she can.
SugaryLime: You worry me sometimes, Orli.
Orlando: What?
SugaryLime: Nevermind.
//
Just then Faith came out and court he name being said.
//
Legolas: Translation?
Orlando: I think she’s trying to say Faith’s an eavesdropping bitch.
Faith: I wasn’t droppin’ no eaves. Honest.
//
'tell me what?' questioned Faith
'n-nothing' stuttered Sam
'It cant be nothing, when my name was being said' said Faith nobody had noticed th storm getting heavy behind them.
//
Legolas: Sam’s such a nance.
SugaryLime: I already told you, Legolas, this isn’t FrodSam.Sam. Oh, nevermind, I see. Carry on.
//
'Tell her sam or i will' shouted Cordi by this time there was a heavy rain comming, then the captain came out and told them all to get inside.
When thay got in, the atmosphere was being to thicken.
//
SugaryLime: Nothing to see here, folks. Jueep eep moving.
Orlando: But there’s-
SugaryLime: I said there’s nothing to see!
//
'Tell me what Sam' said Faith getting all frustrated
'umm...ll ull umm......you see.....well.........me and Cordi.....well ummmmm'
Then Cordi blurted out ' BEEN HAVING AN AFFAIR WHAT HER CAN'T GET FROM YOU HER GETS FROM ME'
//
SugaryLime: Playing the part of Cordi for this sentence will be Popeye the Sailor Man.
Legolas: Well, they are on a yot.
Orlando: Here’s where all the full-stops are! She’s got them all stashed away down here! [grabs handful of full-stops and scatters them throughout the story]
//
'WHAT' said Faith tacken back by it all then then captain came in, all hot and swetty
//
SugaryLime: Maybe the captain’s having an affair with Cordi as well, and they had steamy sex in the Captain’s Quarters.
Orlando: Eww! Het sex! SugaryLime, I never expected that from you!
SugaryLime: But Liam’s a boy and I fuck him.
Orlando: But that’s different. He’s Scottish.
SugaryLime: What’s that got to do with it?
Orlando: LA-LA-LA! I’m not listening!
SugaryLime: Why the fuck do I even bother?
//
'the storm is getting more heavy i cant get hold off the life guard and we'v run out off petrol'
//
Legolas: What a shitty yacht rental service.
Orlando: It’s not a yacht, it’s a yot. Maybe that’s the problem.
//
Then Cedric Came out and said 'well what are we suposed to do'
'wait it out and hope for the best'
//
SugaryLime: This sort of reminds me of that part in Titanic where the little orchestra stays on the ship and drowns, while everyone else gets on the lifeboats.
Legolas: Huh?
SugaryLime: Well, I didn’t have anything else to say.
//
Then Sam came out with out stuttering 'THIS IS NOT WHAT I PAID YOU FOR WHY DIDN'T YOU FILL THE YOT UP BEFORE YOU CAME OUT!!!' Cedric and Kevin had to hold him back before he stangled the captain, but befor they new it the boat had turned over and by the end off the storm all went calm and Faith was left a drift on a pice off wood from a boat, she saw no other person from the boat, she was left a drift before she new it she fasleasleep and let the sea take her because she didn't no how long ouldould be until she saw land again.
//
Orlando: Fuck. So, in the midst of the donnybrook, the boat just flips over, and no one’s the wiser?
SugaryLime: Donnybrook?
Orlando: You’re writing this stupid thing, so you tell me.
SugaryLime: Hmm, that’s odd that I’d write that.
Legolas: Yeah, so anywanyway, there was this story. . .
SugaryLime: Oh, shut up. It’s finished.
Orlando: I thought I saw a second chapter.
SugaryLime: You did. We’ll get to that later. Now you boys go on and play, and I’ll call you when it’s time to start up again.
Yot Trouble
By SugaryLime (gayshaggingcats@yahoo.co.uk), with help from Legolas Thranduilion and Orlando Bloom.
R-ish.
As usual, the commentary extends the actual shitey fic by threefold at least. Bare, er, bear with me.
__________
Orlando: Shouldn’t that be “YACHT Trouble?”
SugaryLime: I know that, and you know that, but the original author of this piece of shite doesn’t know that. Besides that, coming up with titles for these fucking things is hard.
Orlando: Oh.
Legolas: What was the original title?
SugaryLime: “Legolas and Faith.”
Legolas: Fuck! You mean. . .?
SugaryLime: Yup. If you do this with me, I’ll let you borrow Liam for the weekend.
Orlando: What about me?
SugaryLime: You had him last weekend.
Orlando: Alright, I’ll stay. But you owe me.
SugaryLime: Whatever. Now shut the fuck up so we can start this thing.
//
A/N this is my first fanfic, so i hope you like so please review.
//
Orlando: Translation: This fic sucks more arse than Billy Boyd on a good day.
SugaryLime: Billy? Really? Hmm. He any good?
Orlando: Fuck, yeah. Not as good as you, mind, but good.
SugaryLime: Thanks!
Legolas: What’s his number? I’ll have to give him a ring. . .
//
CHAPTER ONE
Faith was a 35 year old lawyer
//
Orlando: Bit old for a ‘Sue, eh?
SugaryLime: You’d think.
//
who worked for a major firm who every one wanted to have repreasent them in court, she was getting engaged her fiance Sam after 2 years off being together she and him where ready to settle down.
//
Legolas: Sam? Thought he was with Frodo.
SugaryLime: Not that Sam, you fuckwit.
Orlando: Sainsbury’s was having a special. Two full-stops for the price of one, with the purchase of a large order of spell-check from the deli. Pity she didn’t take advantage.
SugaryLime: Evidently this ooesnoesn’t read adverts.
Legolas: I don’t even think she can read.
//
So to anounce there engagement they where going to the Caribbean, they where going to have a party on a boat out at sea and they where going to have the party with friends.
//
SugaryLime: It kills me that she spelt ‘Caribbean’ correctly, but can’t punctuate for shit.
Orlando: [rolls eyes] I don’t know about you lot, but I prefer to have parties by my onesy.
Legolas: Or with complete strangers.
Orlando: See, now that’s not so bad. More anonymous sex that way.
SugaryLime: And you wonder why we slashers like to write you as a slut.
//
Faith did all off the planning and took up all off her spare time when she wasn't wor on on any case, she, Sam and her friends flew out to Bdos dos for a week, they hired a yot, a cook and the yots owner to see them through the week.
//
SugaryLime: Once again, she can spell ‘Barbados’ but she can’t fucking spell ‘of.’ What the hell is that?
Orlando: Maybe she’s one of those idiot savants like Forrest Gump.
Legolas: She’s got the idiot part nailed. Not so sure about the savant.
Orlando: You’re so hot when you’re not so sure about the savant.
SugaryLime: For Christ’s sake, just fuck him, Orlando. Stop looking for excuses.
Legolas: Yeah, Orlando. Just fuck hi- ohhhh.
Orlando: H tha that?
Legolas: Bloomilicious.
//
They would have the party on the first day and chill the rest off the week there was, six off them al together: Faith, Sam, Faiths best friend Cordi, her boy friend Kevin, Faiths boss Cedric and his wife Patunia.
//
SugaryLime: Hey, Orli? Was there anything in that Sainsbury’s advert about apostrophes? Orli? Orlando?
Orlando: Sort of busy here, Sonsy.
SugaryLime: Jesus-tapdancing-Christ in a miniskirt. Fine. do do this myself.
Orlando: Look, just give me twenty minutes, okay?
SugaryLime: Alright. Only if I get to watch.
Orlando: Fine.
SugaryLime: [watches as Orlando bends Legolas over a theatre seat and fucks the holy living hell out of him]
HALF AN HOUR LATER. . .
SugaryLime: Fuck. After that, I need a fucking cigarette.
//
The party was small but formal, Faith wore a stap less mint green dress which fitted under the bust,
//
SugaryLime: Those damn stapped dresses. Fucking inconvenient if you ask me.
Legolas: I thought dresses were supposed to fit over the bust. Do women here walk around with their boobs hanging out?
SugaryLime: Unfortunately not.
//
it was made from silk and at the top of the dress the was a swirling type pattern with sequens, she also wore a long silk, mint green coat to acompany the dress, the coat had long flared sleeves in a type of chinese style.
//
Orlando: Full-fucking-stops, bitch.
SugaryLime: Mint green. A colour normally reserved for old ladies’ Easter dresses.
Orlando: Well, she is thirty-five. By fanfic standards, she’s a fucking geezer.
Legolas: Hey, mind who you’re calling a geezer. You forget I’m nearly three thousand years old.
Orlando: Yeah, but that’s like twenty-five.
//
Faith has green eyes so they went well with the dress, a button nose, rosie red cheeks and lips, she had mousy blonde hair which was tied up in a bun with chinese chop sticks to hold it together.
//
Orlando: She has her eyes dyed to match her evening wear. And the button on her nose, which was made from imported Chinese oyster shells or somethi-”
SugaryLime: You okay there Orli?
Orlando: Yeah, sorry. I just get caught up in all the adjectivisation going on.
Legolas: Adjectivisation?
Orlando: Yeah, you know, over-use of adjectives?
Legolas: So, if I were to say, ‘I want to fuck your fabulously delicious arse into the red carpeted theatre floor, which is no doubt sticky with dozens of spilt ds ans and sweet candy floss, until you come, screaming my name,” that would be adjectivisation?
Orlando: Fuh. . .
SugaryLime: Not to mention severe run-onism and lack of full-stoppedness.
Legolas: Picky, picky.
//
Cordi wore a red velvety type cocktail dress with thin stapes which raped over at the back on a red sall,
//
SugaryLime: We ought to set up a charity to help victims of stape rapings. We could call it the ‘The Dumb Bint Can’t Spell For Shit Foundation.’
Legolas: TDBCSFSF?
SugaryLime: Yeah.
Legolas: Could EvilTwin make T-shirts?
Orlando: I’d buy one.
SugaryLime: No, , yo, you need FuckCount boxers.
Legolas: And where could we get something like that?
SugaryLime: Glad you asked, Elf-boy, because The Gay Shagging Cats Store is open. Stay tuned for more details.
//
Patunia wore a purple dess with three quater lenght sleeves and a sall aswell.
//
SugaryLime: I’d much prefer to wear a dress with three-quarter-length sleeves and a shawl, but hey, that’s just me.
Legolas: And you lot think my name is weird? Who the fuck names their daughter Patunia? At least I have an excuse; I’m Elvish, for Christ sake.
Orlando: So wha what’s the deal with Aragorn?
Legolas: WE’RE JUST FRIENDS!
Orlando: I mean his name, you sod.
Legolas: Oh, uh, I doknowknow.
//
The boys all wore black suits they all looked the part,
//
SugaryLime: Were they playing penguins in an Antarctica documentary?
//
the night went well with lobster for dinner and a typical cheese cake for dessert,
//
Orlando: Sort of like her eyes went with her dress?
SugaryLime: Only not.
//
after dinner they all went into living room type area if you could call it that, they sat down talked and drank campeign at least three off them started to become drunk as the night went on.
//
Orlando: Ahh, campeign in the living room. Such a life.
SugaryLime: Time to ring up the Pointless Sentence Brigade. [picks up mobile and dials] Fuck! They’re all tied up over at FanFiction.net. Got twenty-three thousand Lord of the Rings fics to hack through.
Legolas: Tied up? Who? Where?
Orlando: Me, if you’ve got any of that Elven rope.
Legolas: It’s your lucky day!
CUE INTERMISSION MUSIC
SugaryLime: Hey guys? You think we can get this thing done today? Don’t forget, Legolas, you’ve got another fic to help me with.
Legolas: Shit.
SugaryLime: Aragorn’ll be there.
Legolas: Let’s go!
Orlando: Hey! Thought you were just friends!
Legolas: Uh, yeah, but we’re really good friends.
//
Went Faith finally realised that Cordi and Sam where missing. Mean while at the back of the boat Cordi and Sam where having an arguement.
//
Orlando: Uh, what?
SugaryLime: Don’t look directly at it! You’ll go blind!
//
'You have got to tell her Sam' snapped Cordi
'i no' said Sam getting frustrated with Cordi
'no sam i don't think that you you do' spat Cordi 'i cant even look at Faith in the eye with out thinking off you and her it, discussed me, you have got to tell Faith by the end off tonight'.
//
Legolas: This one surkes kes her commas, doesn’t she?
Orlando: Maybe her dad works in a comma factory and she doesn’t want him to be made redundant, so she’s buying up all the commas she can.
SugaryLime: You worry me sometimes, Orli.
Orlando: What?
SugaryLime: Nevermind.
//
Just then Faith came out and court he name being said.
//
Legolas: Translation?
Orlando: I think she’s trying to say Faith’s an eavesdropping bitch.
Faith: I wasn’t droppin’ no eaves. Honest.
//
'tell me what?' questioned Faith
'n-nothing' stuttered Sam
'It cant be nothing, when my name was being said' said Faith nobody had noticed th storm getting heavy behind them.
//
Legolas: Sam’s such a nance.
SugaryLime: I already told you, Legolas, this isn’t FrodSam.Sam. Oh, nevermind, I see. Carry on.
//
'Tell her sam or i will' shouted Cordi by this time there was a heavy rain comming, then the captain came out and told them all to get inside.
When thay got in, the atmosphere was being to thicken.
//
SugaryLime: Nothing to see here, folks. Jueep eep moving.
Orlando: But there’s-
SugaryLime: I said there’s nothing to see!
//
'Tell me what Sam' said Faith getting all frustrated
'umm...ll ull umm......you see.....well.........me and Cordi.....well ummmmm'
Then Cordi blurted out ' BEEN HAVING AN AFFAIR WHAT HER CAN'T GET FROM YOU HER GETS FROM ME'
//
SugaryLime: Playing the part of Cordi for this sentence will be Popeye the Sailor Man.
Legolas: Well, they are on a yot.
Orlando: Here’s where all the full-stops are! She’s got them all stashed away down here! [grabs handful of full-stops and scatters them throughout the story]
//
'WHAT' said Faith tacken back by it all then then captain came in, all hot and swetty
//
SugaryLime: Maybe the captain’s having an affair with Cordi as well, and they had steamy sex in the Captain’s Quarters.
Orlando: Eww! Het sex! SugaryLime, I never expected that from you!
SugaryLime: But Liam’s a boy and I fuck him.
Orlando: But that’s different. He’s Scottish.
SugaryLime: What’s that got to do with it?
Orlando: LA-LA-LA! I’m not listening!
SugaryLime: Why the fuck do I even bother?
//
'the storm is getting more heavy i cant get hold off the life guard and we'v run out off petrol'
//
Legolas: What a shitty yacht rental service.
Orlando: It’s not a yacht, it’s a yot. Maybe that’s the problem.
//
Then Cedric Came out and said 'well what are we suposed to do'
'wait it out and hope for the best'
//
SugaryLime: This sort of reminds me of that part in Titanic where the little orchestra stays on the ship and drowns, while everyone else gets on the lifeboats.
Legolas: Huh?
SugaryLime: Well, I didn’t have anything else to say.
//
Then Sam came out with out stuttering 'THIS IS NOT WHAT I PAID YOU FOR WHY DIDN'T YOU FILL THE YOT UP BEFORE YOU CAME OUT!!!' Cedric and Kevin had to hold him back before he stangled the captain, but befor they new it the boat had turned over and by the end off the storm all went calm and Faith was left a drift on a pice off wood from a boat, she saw no other person from the boat, she was left a drift before she new it she fasleasleep and let the sea take her because she didn't no how long ouldould be until she saw land again.
//
Orlando: Fuck. So, in the midst of the donnybrook, the boat just flips over, and no one’s the wiser?
SugaryLime: Donnybrook?
Orlando: You’re writing this stupid thing, so you tell me.
SugaryLime: Hmm, that’s odd that I’d write that.
Legolas: Yeah, so anywanyway, there was this story. . .
SugaryLime: Oh, shut up. It’s finished.
Orlando: I thought I saw a second chapter.
SugaryLime: You did. We’ll get to that later. Now you boys go on and play, and I’ll call you when it’s time to start up again.