If your not familiar with "How it should have ended" series on youtube, go take a look for HISHE and enjoy seeing all of your favorite movie scenes animated in a way that makes them funnier or simple make more sense. Any ways, I thought it might be funny for us to do that with TiTs scenes; taking a scene and rewriting it a bit for what ever effect we wanted. Here's some of mine:
How it should have ended: TiTs
Both agents struggle to hold themselves up after getting so thoroughly aroused by your salacious tricks. You can see them clutching at their lower bodies, surely dismayed that they were defeated in such a perverted, demeaning way.
You saunter over to the two of them with your stormbull shotgun held up, knowing that their M.O. is to run first. True to that assertion, both assailants adjust themselves to kneel properly, their heads bowed low: it seems you’ve cut off their escape route.
“You should’ve left our mutual friend alone,” says one, the roboticized voice low and breathless. Mutual friend... the betting manager?
“And what could you do now? You’re in my sights,” you say, staring the two down as you approach with an unsure step. Having subdued your would be assailants, you decide not to give them a chance to pull a vanishing act like the previous encounters. A point blank range shot from your stormbull shotgun cleanly removes the head from the human to the right, and the butt of the same gun spells lights out for the one to the left. Sometime later, the chilling cold of Utevo rouses your captive, who awakes to find himself naked and bound with grav-cuffs. You drag him from your ship into the gaping maw of a huge ice cave and then throw him onto the ice covered floor. “Honey, I’m home!”
The man look up just in time to see the scaled form of a Frostwyrm landing before him, the wind of its sweeping wings making him roll onto his back.
“Could you be a dear and use your mental powers to read this guy’s mind? He tried to kill me earlier with his buddy so feel free to be rough with him as you do so.” You ask with a smirk and then watch the look of horror on the human’s face as a head as large as his body drops down to hover over him.
Its barely an hour before you have all of the answers you wanted, the Frostwyrm prying the Host’s secrets from the man’s mind; leaving him a drooling mess in a vegetative coma from which he’ll never awaken. “They are based on Tavros? Really? This is going to be easier than I thought, especially now that we have the cloaking tech I took from these losers which Anno or any of my other tech friends can copy for us.” You look to your mate and nod, watching as she makes a meal out of the no longer needed man.
Or it could end like this…
“You can either pay your dues with a generous donation to our little group, submit to a physical punishment of equal value, allow me the use of your body or - if you truly do have a death wish - an honorable execution. The choice is yours,” she finishes almost as an afterthought, her ultimatum ringing about your head. Execution....?!?
Taking a moment to calm yourself, you begin to give a response your abductors might now have been expecting, “How about I choose none of the above?”
“How bold? But it seems you’ve missed the part where we have you bound, naked and helpless. You don’t honestly believe you have any chance of escaping this do you?” the queen bee asks with an evil smirk.
“Actually, yes.”
The room is filled with laughter at this which is cut short when your host snaps her metallic fingers. “As amusing as this all is, my patience is wearing thin, so choose or I’ll choose for you.”
Time to play your hand, “You didn’t think I’d walk into an obvious trap like this so blindly, did you?” Judging from the fading grin on her face, she must have. “Before I came in, I set my Codex to constantly broadcast its location so I could be tracked.”
“Yes, we noticed that and I assure you this area is well shielded so no signals have been getting through.” The queen boasted confidently.
“And did you notice my suit was made of grey goo? That it is basically alive and was told to head back to my ship the moment it was removed and left alone, so it could guild my friends back here?”
The queen tapped her chin at this, still grinning “That would explain the motion our sensors detected in the air shafts. Luckily we locked them down the moment the alarm went off so your little pet won’t be getting back home too soon.”
“Oh no…” you sigh and shake your head, “I guess it’s a good thing I also brought my daughters along from Uveto… They are half Frostwyrm you see and as such have a telepathic link with their father. They know exactly where I am.”
This confession seems to have an effect as the queen bee’s face has fallen quiet expressionless.
You continue “Did I also fail to mention that I’m best friends with a bunch of pirates who have the station surrounded right now? Or that I know the head of security on the station that would have put the place on lock down the moment I went missing? And then there’s the various computer geniuses I’ve asked to hack into the station’s systems to keep track of me or the AIs and VIs who are also infiltrating the systems in search of me?” You take a moment to relish in the look of terror that’s creeping over the queen’s face, “And then you have my pet varmint and pexiga who are tracking my scent like bloodhounds…”
You are about to start in with another barrage of preparations you had set up before heading to the booth when an explosion from behind you interrupts, followed by the sounds of many feet rushing into the room. “Hey boss, you ok?” Anno’s voice is music to your ears, knowing she has arrived with not only your entire crew armed and armored to the teeth, but a couple dozen mercs sporting high end military weapons and a band of combat hardened Red Myr soldiers who were looking to repay you for your aid on their planet.
“This… Can’t be…” the queen bee stammers as she looks at the literal army that is flooding into her lair, all pointing guns of every sort at her and her men.
“Now then,” you speak up to get her attention, “I’ll offer you a choice like you did with me. An honorable execution or to go out in a blaze of glory?” There is no other option given, since your personality score is 100 Hard.
And then there’s this:
This three-way intersection connects you between two wide open passages, dotted with lingering evidence of explosions and violence. The ground is dotted with bullet holes and craters, flung between two trenches in the north and south. A third passage leads off to the west, into a smaller and darker cave.
Nearby, you spot Briha. She’s carrying a small child wrapped in a bundle in her arms.
“Hi there, soldier. You missed the big event - lucky you!” she smiles, gently stroking the baby’s cheek. “Hurt more than getting shot, but so worth it.”
Briha lowers the bundle with a warm, motherly smile. You edge forward, feeling your heart thumping madly in your chest. The world stops as you look down at your precious little daughter. Her hair, sparse and babyish, is a mess of tan, and two gorgeous green eyes stare up at you.
“See? She takes after you. Her name is Aya, after my grandmother,” Briha smiles, then adds, “...And before you say anything, I had to push her out, so I get to name her.”
It’s a girl. You have a baby girl named Aya Steele. You’re a father.
“Okay, your time to hold her,” her amber-haired mother tells you, hoisting your newborn daughter into your arms. You smile down at the bundle-wrapped baby, stroking her smooth, puffy cheek.
Your heart stops as your little daughter smiles up at you - an innocent, perfect little smile - and grabs one of your fingers. Her tiny hand clasps it and doesn’t let go. The world seems to stop, just for that perfect moment.
Coughing a little, Briha hugs her waist. There’s a tense look on her face. “...Look. I’m a deserter. It-it breaks my heart into a million pieces, but you should take Aya. This place - not just the wastelands, but Myrellion - I don’t want her growing up here.”
You look at her intently. Her words are heavy, like each one is an effort to push out. Motherly concern is written all over her scarred face.
“It’s a no-brainer, right? This world might end any moment, and even if it doesn’t, I’m a deserter. The Scarlet Federation will never take me back and I can never go to the Golds. What kind of future can she have here?” She strokes her baby’s cheek, a tear running down her half-lidded eye. “...With you, off-worlder, she can have a real future. Something better than this scarred dustball. She can make her mother proud.”
“Or,” you begin as you reach a hand out to lift her chin so she’s looking at you, “I could take you and our child back with me to my private nursery on a secure space station.”
Briha looks a bit shocked at your suggestion, glancing back down at her daughter and then about the war torn landscape that surrounds her.
“Sort of a no-brainer, right? I mean, why stick around this shithole getting shot at constantly when you could be living it up with your millionaire baby-daddy with nothing to do but raise our child and enjoy the luxury of being filthy rich?” you continue as you hand your child back to her mother, “I’m sort of shocked you hadn’t considered it yourself.”
At this point Briha has broken down into uncontrollable crying, clutching Aya to her chest, too overwhelmed to even respond to your offer.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” You say, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as you begin to lead her towards the Scout pick up point so you can have a calm ride out of the DMZ without having to deal with the guards at either end. “You’ll love the place when we get there. And there’s even a big titted bee girl working there so you’ll be more at home.”
And then this one:
Saen grins and reaches down to rub Valeria’s holo-avatar on the cheek. “Yeah, me too, sweetheart. Me too.” Turning back to you, she says, “Well, I’ve got a job right now fixing things around the station. This bucket’s barely holding together, so there’s plenty of work. Just doesn’t pay for piss. Especially since it costs an arm and a leg to have my baby sitting in dry dock. Still, I’ve got a few things lined up, don’t you worry. I’ll be back out in the Black before you know it.”
Flashing Saendra a confident smirk, you point out the fact that you own a dock on the station which has multiple bays you’re not using as well as a full time mechanic who practically lives there. Moving her ship there would save her from having to pay all the dock fees she currently is and give her access to help and proper equipment to fix up her ship.
“You just keep trying to be my hero, don’t you?” Saendra leans forward to put her hand on yours, giving you an eye full of her cleavage in the meantime, “But this is something I need to do so I’m not further indebted to you or anyone else.”
You reach over and pull Saendra’s cybernetic hand closer, bring Valeria with it, “Val, can you please explain to your partner here that I’m a multi-millionaire who could afford a whole fleet of her ship and still have credits left over to staff them all with an elite crew.”
Saendra pulls both of her hands from your grip and shakes her head “It’s not about the credits….” As though you weren’t getting her meaning from before.
“Ok, Ok, I’ll make you a deal then.” You begin, pulling out your Codex, “First I’m going to make an appointment with the doctor on Myrellion and fly you there so she can grow you a new arm pretty much instantly with a shot so your back to having two furry mitts and then you’re going to use them to undress for me and finally let me plow that vag instead of being a butt-slut all the time. We’ll call that fair trade, a taste of that forbidden fruit in exchange for fixing up your ship. Valeria can even film it…”
At this, Valeria spins around and assumes a begging pose “Saen, TAKE THE DEAL!!!”
And lastly:
A voice pounds between your ears, bestial and guttural, yet soft as a whisper. Why do you haunt me? it asks slowly. Each time we’ve met, we’ve done combat, and every time but now, you’ve bested me. You do not seek the thrill of the kill. You do not hunt for my lair. What is your goal?
The Frostwyrm sits on its haunches, awaiting your reply. You hesitate, wondering if it’s an actual question, and then, honestly, you struggle to think of any single, reasonable answer. What possessed you to explore the frozen, restricting wastes of Uveto and scour its eastern coastline, knowing that a Frostwyrm claimed it as its territory? You answer that you’ve never put much thought into the why, other than because... it exists. The satisfaction of asserting your superiority over a creature as glorious and mythical as a Frostwyrm is one that you’ve never heard another person rightfully boast.
The creature huffs once in frustration, its four eyes narrowing on yours. How cruel, it says. My kind are so few now. You would play with extinguishing a species so that you can crow about it to other lupine-morphs. All I wish is to protect my domain.
Getting back to your feet, you hold up a hand to stop the Frostwyrm’s criticism, “You’re the one who keeps attacking me, defending your territory or whatever, and despite me kicking your ass…” You check the scores on your Codex to be sure, “12 times now before this fight, you see me exploring and decide to come at me again anyways.”
Growling slightly, the Frostwyrm lowers its head back in to loom over you. And despite your preciously victories, it is now you who has fallen in battle…
You scoff at this, “I wouldn’t exactly say fallen. You know, I was going to say I’ve got a case of blue balls from spending a few days out here searching this frozen hell scape for Salivate deposits; which I’m currently carrying about a dozen of and that’s why when you showed up and started mentally mind fucking me with your powers, you finally managed to overpower me… But in all honestly I was getting bored with spanking you repeatedly and thought you might appreciate a win for once.”
Stamping its six legs in anger, the Frostwyrm rears up and flaps its mighty wings, nearly toppling you with the wind and snow it kicks up. How dare you belittle me like this! I could crush you now, break you and save you for dinner later.
Shaking your head, you ask “Could you hold up a moment?” and then pat the crotch of your goo armor, “Silver, could you take care of this for me?”
“Sure thing!” your living outerwear replies and gets to work, healing your injuries while jerking you off; a sight that leaves the Frostwyrm stunned with its maw hanging open.
“There we go,” you say after emptying your balls, “Now then, if you really think your hot shit, we can go another round or you can tell me what it was like getting to plow that space huntress chick?”
Huntress? The Frostwyrm tilts its head, Of whom do you speak? I have not mated any in ages.
Pulling out your Codex, you load of the latest episode of Galactic Hunteress and then hold the device up for the Frostwyrm to watch, “See, there’s you fucking that dumb bimbo after those mutts had had their way with her.”
I assure you that is not me… But that means there is another Frostwyrm in the area… My long search has not been in vain. And with that, the Frostwyrm spreads its wings and launches up into the sky, leaving you to wonder if you ever encounter it again.
How it should have ended: TiTs
Both agents struggle to hold themselves up after getting so thoroughly aroused by your salacious tricks. You can see them clutching at their lower bodies, surely dismayed that they were defeated in such a perverted, demeaning way.
You saunter over to the two of them with your stormbull shotgun held up, knowing that their M.O. is to run first. True to that assertion, both assailants adjust themselves to kneel properly, their heads bowed low: it seems you’ve cut off their escape route.
“You should’ve left our mutual friend alone,” says one, the roboticized voice low and breathless. Mutual friend... the betting manager?
“And what could you do now? You’re in my sights,” you say, staring the two down as you approach with an unsure step. Having subdued your would be assailants, you decide not to give them a chance to pull a vanishing act like the previous encounters. A point blank range shot from your stormbull shotgun cleanly removes the head from the human to the right, and the butt of the same gun spells lights out for the one to the left. Sometime later, the chilling cold of Utevo rouses your captive, who awakes to find himself naked and bound with grav-cuffs. You drag him from your ship into the gaping maw of a huge ice cave and then throw him onto the ice covered floor. “Honey, I’m home!”
The man look up just in time to see the scaled form of a Frostwyrm landing before him, the wind of its sweeping wings making him roll onto his back.
“Could you be a dear and use your mental powers to read this guy’s mind? He tried to kill me earlier with his buddy so feel free to be rough with him as you do so.” You ask with a smirk and then watch the look of horror on the human’s face as a head as large as his body drops down to hover over him.
Its barely an hour before you have all of the answers you wanted, the Frostwyrm prying the Host’s secrets from the man’s mind; leaving him a drooling mess in a vegetative coma from which he’ll never awaken. “They are based on Tavros? Really? This is going to be easier than I thought, especially now that we have the cloaking tech I took from these losers which Anno or any of my other tech friends can copy for us.” You look to your mate and nod, watching as she makes a meal out of the no longer needed man.
Or it could end like this…
“You can either pay your dues with a generous donation to our little group, submit to a physical punishment of equal value, allow me the use of your body or - if you truly do have a death wish - an honorable execution. The choice is yours,” she finishes almost as an afterthought, her ultimatum ringing about your head. Execution....?!?
Taking a moment to calm yourself, you begin to give a response your abductors might now have been expecting, “How about I choose none of the above?”
“How bold? But it seems you’ve missed the part where we have you bound, naked and helpless. You don’t honestly believe you have any chance of escaping this do you?” the queen bee asks with an evil smirk.
“Actually, yes.”
The room is filled with laughter at this which is cut short when your host snaps her metallic fingers. “As amusing as this all is, my patience is wearing thin, so choose or I’ll choose for you.”
Time to play your hand, “You didn’t think I’d walk into an obvious trap like this so blindly, did you?” Judging from the fading grin on her face, she must have. “Before I came in, I set my Codex to constantly broadcast its location so I could be tracked.”
“Yes, we noticed that and I assure you this area is well shielded so no signals have been getting through.” The queen boasted confidently.
“And did you notice my suit was made of grey goo? That it is basically alive and was told to head back to my ship the moment it was removed and left alone, so it could guild my friends back here?”
The queen tapped her chin at this, still grinning “That would explain the motion our sensors detected in the air shafts. Luckily we locked them down the moment the alarm went off so your little pet won’t be getting back home too soon.”
“Oh no…” you sigh and shake your head, “I guess it’s a good thing I also brought my daughters along from Uveto… They are half Frostwyrm you see and as such have a telepathic link with their father. They know exactly where I am.”
This confession seems to have an effect as the queen bee’s face has fallen quiet expressionless.
You continue “Did I also fail to mention that I’m best friends with a bunch of pirates who have the station surrounded right now? Or that I know the head of security on the station that would have put the place on lock down the moment I went missing? And then there’s the various computer geniuses I’ve asked to hack into the station’s systems to keep track of me or the AIs and VIs who are also infiltrating the systems in search of me?” You take a moment to relish in the look of terror that’s creeping over the queen’s face, “And then you have my pet varmint and pexiga who are tracking my scent like bloodhounds…”
You are about to start in with another barrage of preparations you had set up before heading to the booth when an explosion from behind you interrupts, followed by the sounds of many feet rushing into the room. “Hey boss, you ok?” Anno’s voice is music to your ears, knowing she has arrived with not only your entire crew armed and armored to the teeth, but a couple dozen mercs sporting high end military weapons and a band of combat hardened Red Myr soldiers who were looking to repay you for your aid on their planet.
“This… Can’t be…” the queen bee stammers as she looks at the literal army that is flooding into her lair, all pointing guns of every sort at her and her men.
“Now then,” you speak up to get her attention, “I’ll offer you a choice like you did with me. An honorable execution or to go out in a blaze of glory?” There is no other option given, since your personality score is 100 Hard.
And then there’s this:
This three-way intersection connects you between two wide open passages, dotted with lingering evidence of explosions and violence. The ground is dotted with bullet holes and craters, flung between two trenches in the north and south. A third passage leads off to the west, into a smaller and darker cave.
Nearby, you spot Briha. She’s carrying a small child wrapped in a bundle in her arms.
“Hi there, soldier. You missed the big event - lucky you!” she smiles, gently stroking the baby’s cheek. “Hurt more than getting shot, but so worth it.”
Briha lowers the bundle with a warm, motherly smile. You edge forward, feeling your heart thumping madly in your chest. The world stops as you look down at your precious little daughter. Her hair, sparse and babyish, is a mess of tan, and two gorgeous green eyes stare up at you.
“See? She takes after you. Her name is Aya, after my grandmother,” Briha smiles, then adds, “...And before you say anything, I had to push her out, so I get to name her.”
It’s a girl. You have a baby girl named Aya Steele. You’re a father.
“Okay, your time to hold her,” her amber-haired mother tells you, hoisting your newborn daughter into your arms. You smile down at the bundle-wrapped baby, stroking her smooth, puffy cheek.
Your heart stops as your little daughter smiles up at you - an innocent, perfect little smile - and grabs one of your fingers. Her tiny hand clasps it and doesn’t let go. The world seems to stop, just for that perfect moment.
Coughing a little, Briha hugs her waist. There’s a tense look on her face. “...Look. I’m a deserter. It-it breaks my heart into a million pieces, but you should take Aya. This place - not just the wastelands, but Myrellion - I don’t want her growing up here.”
You look at her intently. Her words are heavy, like each one is an effort to push out. Motherly concern is written all over her scarred face.
“It’s a no-brainer, right? This world might end any moment, and even if it doesn’t, I’m a deserter. The Scarlet Federation will never take me back and I can never go to the Golds. What kind of future can she have here?” She strokes her baby’s cheek, a tear running down her half-lidded eye. “...With you, off-worlder, she can have a real future. Something better than this scarred dustball. She can make her mother proud.”
“Or,” you begin as you reach a hand out to lift her chin so she’s looking at you, “I could take you and our child back with me to my private nursery on a secure space station.”
Briha looks a bit shocked at your suggestion, glancing back down at her daughter and then about the war torn landscape that surrounds her.
“Sort of a no-brainer, right? I mean, why stick around this shithole getting shot at constantly when you could be living it up with your millionaire baby-daddy with nothing to do but raise our child and enjoy the luxury of being filthy rich?” you continue as you hand your child back to her mother, “I’m sort of shocked you hadn’t considered it yourself.”
At this point Briha has broken down into uncontrollable crying, clutching Aya to her chest, too overwhelmed to even respond to your offer.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” You say, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as you begin to lead her towards the Scout pick up point so you can have a calm ride out of the DMZ without having to deal with the guards at either end. “You’ll love the place when we get there. And there’s even a big titted bee girl working there so you’ll be more at home.”
And then this one:
Saen grins and reaches down to rub Valeria’s holo-avatar on the cheek. “Yeah, me too, sweetheart. Me too.” Turning back to you, she says, “Well, I’ve got a job right now fixing things around the station. This bucket’s barely holding together, so there’s plenty of work. Just doesn’t pay for piss. Especially since it costs an arm and a leg to have my baby sitting in dry dock. Still, I’ve got a few things lined up, don’t you worry. I’ll be back out in the Black before you know it.”
Flashing Saendra a confident smirk, you point out the fact that you own a dock on the station which has multiple bays you’re not using as well as a full time mechanic who practically lives there. Moving her ship there would save her from having to pay all the dock fees she currently is and give her access to help and proper equipment to fix up her ship.
“You just keep trying to be my hero, don’t you?” Saendra leans forward to put her hand on yours, giving you an eye full of her cleavage in the meantime, “But this is something I need to do so I’m not further indebted to you or anyone else.”
You reach over and pull Saendra’s cybernetic hand closer, bring Valeria with it, “Val, can you please explain to your partner here that I’m a multi-millionaire who could afford a whole fleet of her ship and still have credits left over to staff them all with an elite crew.”
Saendra pulls both of her hands from your grip and shakes her head “It’s not about the credits….” As though you weren’t getting her meaning from before.
“Ok, Ok, I’ll make you a deal then.” You begin, pulling out your Codex, “First I’m going to make an appointment with the doctor on Myrellion and fly you there so she can grow you a new arm pretty much instantly with a shot so your back to having two furry mitts and then you’re going to use them to undress for me and finally let me plow that vag instead of being a butt-slut all the time. We’ll call that fair trade, a taste of that forbidden fruit in exchange for fixing up your ship. Valeria can even film it…”
At this, Valeria spins around and assumes a begging pose “Saen, TAKE THE DEAL!!!”
And lastly:
A voice pounds between your ears, bestial and guttural, yet soft as a whisper. Why do you haunt me? it asks slowly. Each time we’ve met, we’ve done combat, and every time but now, you’ve bested me. You do not seek the thrill of the kill. You do not hunt for my lair. What is your goal?
The Frostwyrm sits on its haunches, awaiting your reply. You hesitate, wondering if it’s an actual question, and then, honestly, you struggle to think of any single, reasonable answer. What possessed you to explore the frozen, restricting wastes of Uveto and scour its eastern coastline, knowing that a Frostwyrm claimed it as its territory? You answer that you’ve never put much thought into the why, other than because... it exists. The satisfaction of asserting your superiority over a creature as glorious and mythical as a Frostwyrm is one that you’ve never heard another person rightfully boast.
The creature huffs once in frustration, its four eyes narrowing on yours. How cruel, it says. My kind are so few now. You would play with extinguishing a species so that you can crow about it to other lupine-morphs. All I wish is to protect my domain.
Getting back to your feet, you hold up a hand to stop the Frostwyrm’s criticism, “You’re the one who keeps attacking me, defending your territory or whatever, and despite me kicking your ass…” You check the scores on your Codex to be sure, “12 times now before this fight, you see me exploring and decide to come at me again anyways.”
Growling slightly, the Frostwyrm lowers its head back in to loom over you. And despite your preciously victories, it is now you who has fallen in battle…
You scoff at this, “I wouldn’t exactly say fallen. You know, I was going to say I’ve got a case of blue balls from spending a few days out here searching this frozen hell scape for Salivate deposits; which I’m currently carrying about a dozen of and that’s why when you showed up and started mentally mind fucking me with your powers, you finally managed to overpower me… But in all honestly I was getting bored with spanking you repeatedly and thought you might appreciate a win for once.”
Stamping its six legs in anger, the Frostwyrm rears up and flaps its mighty wings, nearly toppling you with the wind and snow it kicks up. How dare you belittle me like this! I could crush you now, break you and save you for dinner later.
Shaking your head, you ask “Could you hold up a moment?” and then pat the crotch of your goo armor, “Silver, could you take care of this for me?”
“Sure thing!” your living outerwear replies and gets to work, healing your injuries while jerking you off; a sight that leaves the Frostwyrm stunned with its maw hanging open.
“There we go,” you say after emptying your balls, “Now then, if you really think your hot shit, we can go another round or you can tell me what it was like getting to plow that space huntress chick?”
Huntress? The Frostwyrm tilts its head, Of whom do you speak? I have not mated any in ages.
Pulling out your Codex, you load of the latest episode of Galactic Hunteress and then hold the device up for the Frostwyrm to watch, “See, there’s you fucking that dumb bimbo after those mutts had had their way with her.”
I assure you that is not me… But that means there is another Frostwyrm in the area… My long search has not been in vain. And with that, the Frostwyrm spreads its wings and launches up into the sky, leaving you to wonder if you ever encounter it again.
