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I really really really! Want to here everyone's thoughts of this fic and the directions I'm taking it in the reviews.

Not gonna lie, I'm constantly on my phone just to see it I get reviews from you guys, your support and enforcement is the life blood of my drive to write.

As for King underdog himself.

Well he's told me that he is officially don't with exams and will be continuing his most popular fic(not that im jealous) corrupting the innocent.

He said it'll be released by the weekend so sit tight!.

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Now I'll admit that at times I'm usually too stubborn to say that I can sometimes take things I think are cool or blasphemous to my beliefs.

Like the time final fantasy 8 first got released, a relative bought it for me as a birth day pressent. I constantly refused for months to play it o the grounds that final fantasy 7 was and still IS the best game of the series.

Childish?, I think not.

Hell I still haven't played it and I feel completely justified with that choice.

But maybe not so much with the current one I had found myself in with my 'mother' passed out on the floor in our now VERY empty apartment with a flustered Yuton scrambling for something to fan the fainted woman on the floor with.

All the while im too busy scratching my head as the only thing not glued to the floor left in the apartment.

The little white paper with the gibberish squiggles on it.

When we first started testing it on the furniture Yuton had explained that from everything he had read about seal's while gathering information for me, or at least 'Takashi' or whatever, he had found that based on the level of skill a seal master has with the art of stuffing stuff in other stuff, he or she could handle sealing more complex or multiple items in just one seal.

It definitely sounded like standard video game inventory hammer space to me, get more skill points or something on the ink-squiggles and paper thingy and you get more space in your inventory.

Simple easy peasy, obviously my brain was definitely trying to push this dream in a more gaming setting.

I mean seriously what are the odds of some kid just so happen to suddenly show up right as I was starting to get bored and then answer all my questions without hesitation?.

Without a doub this was all part of a very detailed tutorial my mind has cooked up for me making Yuton, my 'informant', the guys role in this dream was probably just to be my tag-along or support character helping me in my future 'quests'.

It would be just too convenient otherwise.

The poor homeless orphan back story, the inexplicable stealth abilities and skill in one of the key important skills in a RPG, hammer space.

I'd have to be a special type of dumbass not to see that.

But it seems there is a glitch in my dreams version of hammer space.

Ordinarily in games you could readily retrieve any item you wanted out of your inventory no problem by just clicking a button, but this was a dream.

What fucking do you press in a dream!.

Whats worse is that after our first try worked out so well and gobbled up an entire table I went over board and kept putting random stuff in it just to see what its cap is.

Seems it didn't have one as the little piece of paper devoured everything I throwed at the couch

Yuton did mention that he had to substitute some of the squiggles with half baked theories and estimates of his own.

When I asked him what the cap on its storage capabilities were supposed to be normally he stuttered out that with the little knowledge he had cultivated it should of only been able to hold 2 or 3 kunai (daggers?) at best.

Seems his botched version of the squiggles had some good perks then.

Along with some crippling defects.

Like not being able to get back all the things we stuffed in there for instance.

My mother had just come back from her shift ready to crash in bed for a long nap of her own, so maybe the sight of her striped clean apartment probably overwhelmed her.

Poor woman probably thought we got robbed and considering the rough looking neighborhood we lived in (seriously was this dream Detroit?) It kinda made senses that she'd come to that conclusion.

Which is how we got to the point we are now with me staring at the piece of paper on the ground that held all of our stuff.

I had asked Yuton what to do, as this was clearly something I'm to learn in the dreams tutorial before I can continue on with the rest of the quest's.

Yuton actually turned blue in the face with fear when I asked him that and looked down at his bare feet nervously squeaking out that he kinda sort of..

Didn't know how.

Turns out that in his rush to make 'Takashi's' demands on time, Yuton had to skip out on researching the needed squiggle marks required for these seals to have a release function.

I didn't even begin to try understanding when he explained the very complex technicalities in sealing that he had to skim over just to make this one-way only storage device and just nodded my head like I knew what the hell he was talking about.

So here's the jist of it, if what I half listend to is correct this storage seal thing has gone from an inventory devices to just some sort of never ending bottomless pit.

A wind tunnel. He made a portable fucking wind tunnel!.

Or was a black hole more accurate?.

I wonder what would happen if a person got sucked in there?, definitely wouldn't be pleasant.

In my mussing my mother finally work up only to scream and race into her room and scream even louder. I rolled my eyes at this.

Over dramatic much.

I walked into the room with a timid Yuton behind me only to stare deadpand at the grown woman sulking in the empty bedroom corner mumbling random things to herself. Like, how was she going to afford to get back all her missing stuff and pay rent at the same time.

Feeling a bit of guilt on my part I made my presence known in the room with a cough getting her attention, then I introduced Yuton who hid behind me like a scared child about to be punished as I explained to her in my clearly very well thought out version of what happened.

"Well its like this, you see we were testing out this storage paper thingy, its kinda like a black hole thing only its powered by magic n'stuff, but its kinda like a one way thing so as far as I know our stuff could be trapped in another dimension" I said simply without bating and eye. Sounded like perfect sence to me.

This was a dream so it was all more than possible.

Just wished my mother stopped gapping at me like I wasa frog that suddenly started singing and tap dancing.

Its like she hasn't seen people played around with the law's of physics before.

We were just jumping dozens of feet in the air yesterday lady! , spontaneously disaparing furniture shouldn't be that hard to believe.

She seemed to calm down a bit after a while and asked if there's anyway to get our stuff back, behind me Yuton shook his head stating that he didn't know how,that they would need a expert on sealing to help unseal them.

He gulped went he said that contracting a seals masters service's in this day and age when the art was mostly just done by scientist would be very... Costly.

At this my mother dropped her head down her knees sulking about making ends meet while Yuton just stared at the ground feeling extremely guilty stuttering out apologizes and promises to find work in any way he could to help make payments.

All the while this was going on I just deadpanned at the both of them.

I mean come on guys, if you'd used basic video game logic the answer to the problem here was simple.

I ripped up the paper.

Outside of our apartment building a mild BOOM sound was heard startling some of the people near by who assumed a bomb had just went off.

Inside the apartment I had the pleasure of being sandwhiched between the cold floor and a couch resting on top of me.

At least everyone else were in much better conditions with mom pulling herself up from under her matrass and Yuton safely cowering under the newly released breakfast table.

The rest of the room was covered in everything we stored away in the now ripped up paper.

Aside from the heavy as hell couch body slamming me to the ground my idea worked flawlessly.

Using my enhanced bootleg spiderman strength I shoved the couch off me and stood up stretching my back with a poud crick.

Note to self, getting hit by couches are bad for ones spine.

I groaned a bit as the artificial pain wore off as fast as it did with yesterday's spanking(which may or may not be a fetish now?), I got to work to put back everything in order and calmed down my mother who had gone from depressed to panicked once she saw the many new holes in the wall my 'webs' put in.

She just kept staring at the wall shocked at how just chakra, a life force energy, could wreak the wall so badly.

To demonstrate I pointed at the already ravaged wall and fired another web whip chiping another piece of the concert.

Both Yuton and mom looked at the wall surprised, but mom was defiantly the most shocked as she immediately grabbed both of us and ducked for cover thinking that the wall was crumbling Down.

When it didn't she sighed a breath of relief and rolled off us on the floor looking exhausted from all the sudden stress.

Poor woman was easy to startle I guess.

Hadn't she seen people shoot webs out of their hands before?. It took a short explaination from Yuton to explain to me that chakra was a energy that could not be seen by non-sensory types or untrained eye's.

Basically most normal people.

So basically my webs were near invisible to non player characters and hard to spot against possible foes who aren't trained to notice them.

Hacks, hacks as all hell!.

I mean seriously! , could you just Imagine how useful shit like this would of been in the comics?, fuck web slingers, spiderman should trade up to this chakra stuff!.

I shot a few more test shots on the wall before mom begged me to stop before I gave her a heart attack. Seeing as the woman clearly wasn't use to so much new development in one day I obeyed and stopped wrecking the wall.

I could always do that later.

I grabbed Yuton by the hand and waved goodbye to my still over whelmed mother and I pulled both of us out the door.

Now that the tutorial was over it was time to explore!.

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Yuton was never one to talk out of place especially to the boy who basically was the hand that feed him, but even he had to admit the usually mean spirited and brooding boy that he had learned to call master was acting extremely out of character this evening.

For instance right now he was walking more than a little concerned as Takashi was looking at everything and everyone around him with a look of wonder and interest with his usually cold and bitter dark eyes.

He had to blink twice when his master rushed off suddenly pulling him along with him to an electronic's store where he stared drooling at the random games and consoles that were on display.

This definitely was out of character, his master came from a poor family and as such couldn't afford such frivolous thing's that did nothing but consume both time and electricity.

On an normal day Yuton would of just expected Takashi to glare the store and move on with hid usual bad mood.

But today his master was well.. Acting like a child... well a different type of child.

A child who's seeing something new and shiny with the knowledge that their parents could afford.

Yuton was just about to say something when a voice to their left made them turn.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here, a couple of rat's come to spread their filth on our clean streets" said a gravely tone that made Yuton pale and Takashi look up with his head cocked to the side.

He was a relatively tall man with a black tattoos running up his left arm on his sleeveless green botten-up vest shirt and black pants that stopped at his black sandled feet. His face was sharp but riddled with a few small scares at the edge of his hard jaw that along with his athletic frame gave him a tough guy look of a mafia wannabe.

His eyes matched his greased back hair with it's hard brown colour as he stared down the two boys smugly, he was clearly enjoying the terrified look Yuton was giving him but frown at the red head of the duo who only glanced at him for a moment but then went back to drooling over the electronic's in the store.

Yeah, no.

"Oy street rat!" The man barked in Takashi's direction finally getting his still unlike his scared stiff friend the red head just stated up at him with his beady black eye's calmly with a brow raised as of confused.

"You're talking to me or him?" The boy asked point him and then the boy now hiding shivering behind him.

A tic mark appeared on the man's head as he glared down at the unfazed boy and his quivering companion."yes YOU!, you little shit!" He shouted," don't you know who I am? , who the hell my associate's are!? " he said pointing at his left arm with a smirk of pride as the black haired boy looked like he was about to faint at the sight of the dragon tattoo on his arm.

"This is the mark of the heavenly dragons yakuza brat, it took me a long time to finally earn my rank as a member and as one of Ryuga-sama's loyal soilders I have right to do as I please in this territory" he explained with pride, obviously he thought of his new position as a made man was something to be proud of.

"You sure do talk alot scare face, but then again how else I'm I to figure out your characters background without exposition, but seriously a gang grunt?, that's the best my brain could come up with for my first enemy encounter? " the red head mumbled to himself completly ignoring the man glaring at them threateningly.

"seriously?, I mean I know this whole set up is probably coming from my dads gene's cause he's half Sicilian and I love the god father movies", the boy said not even looking threatened by the clear danger he was in.

"but I know I can do better, this is my brain for god sakes, couldn't my mind have created a starting point more original than this?", shacking his head again Takashi seperated from the cowering Yuton behind him and started some light stretching.

A habit forced onto him from his army training, before doing anything too physically straining ALWAYS limber up first.

He had learned that lesson the hard way several times in basic training where he was forced to run laps around camp with leg cramps stiffening his legs.

Never again.

"Okay im ready scare face, let's go" the red head said to now pissed man who had already lost his patients and struck his fist out to punch him and connected square on the boys jaw.

Yuton looked in fear, the thug in rage, but 'Takashi', well he was thing something different.

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A unfocused right hook?.

Like, really?

I've taken better punches in the face everyday by the female combat instructors in basic training.

The thug took another swing which was easily dodged by the boy who just passively tilted to the side and stepped back when the gangs member tried for a poorly executed sweep kick.

Seriously was this guy even trying?, I mean I get it, my current body was alot swifter and denser than my old bigger and slower one but come on man your fight a munchkin!.

I know he's a no named grunt and all but if everyone I fight is this incompetent in basic hand to hand im gonna get bored real fast.

While thinking all this I lost focus and let the man get passed my guard where the rushed in with a actually half-decent knee to my stomach making me gasp for moment only to once again instantly recover from the pain then rotate my body to turn around on the ball of my foot to deliver a chuck Norris style round house kick to the man's chest sending him flying through the glass window of the electronic's store I was gawking at.

I wenched when I saw him smash into the glass.

I hope I didn't hurt any of the games in there too badly.

Seems this grunt wasn't a one hit K. O. after all as he suddendly jumped out of the store bloody with glass shards all over his back screaming in rage while brandishing a knife that he didn't hesitate to sloppily slice at me with.

He didn't even manage to get in a full arc in his swipe before I lifted my arm up grabbing his hand by the wrist, leaned backwards while using my right leg to kick the feet under the man to make him loose balance and use the mans own momentum to flip him over my shoulder.

A common maneuver used by the shorter members of his unit during spares against larger opponents.

Lord knows i'd been flipped over dozens of times myself and knew personally just how unpleasant it was to be slammed head first into the ground.

The grunt sure had spirit I'll give him that.

Bleeding and probably a mildly concussed the man still managed to get to his wabbly feet grinding his now chipped teeth in share hatred as he stared up at me like I was the bane of his existence.

All the while I'm just scratching my ear for any dirt that might be stuck in there.

What?, having dirt in my ears bothers me!.

My eyes actually widened for a moment when the man did something I didnt expect.

With a burst of speed going beyond what a man who went through a window should have he sprinted over to the side of the street where Yuton stood and quickly grabbed him kicking and screaming holding him in front of his own body in a classic hostage position.

He smirked at me when I made to rush over to them only stop dead in my tracks when he held up the knife to the green eyed boy's neck.

Well, shit.

"Ha ha ha!, not so cocky now huh you little street rat!" The man shouted moving the blade a bit deeper on Yuton's neck stopping the boys struggling as he just whimpered with tears brimming behind his cracked glasses.

I tried taking another step but at the sound of the boys sudden screams as the blade actually pierced his skin slightly and drew a very small trickle of blood my feet were once again rooted in place.

"Not another fuck'in move street rat!, now heres how this is gonna go, your gonna listen reeeal closely if you want you're friend's head to stay on his fuck'in shoulders. Now first off I want you to -blah blah blah.."

I didnt even bother paying attention to whatever else he was say, It was clear here what the set up was, if I moved another inch this desperate man with no other options would slit his throat.

But If I don't do something he'll still most likely slit Yutons throat.

In tense situations like this in real life I would most definitely freeze up costing the boy his life, but here in my head where I knew it was all a dream I was surprisingly more level headed about the situation instead of full on panicking.

This dream was based loosely on RPG logic right, so that meant that in every tight situation there was at least one or more ways out of them.

Okay let's look at my options while this jackass keeps talking. I can't out right move from my spot over he'll hurt Yuton.

My webs whip would probably sting the be-Jesus out of him but that would risking him seeing me pull my finger back in a whipping motion to use it at its fulling whipping potential.

Maybe my spirit gun could deal some damage to him from this distance if I aim it right, no that wouldn't work either, even if chakra was hard to see for normal people there's still the off chance he could be one of the people that could notice it, especially with it being roughly the size of a grown mans fist.

Shit, he stopped talking.

Time was running out out. What else was there I could use!? .

"Well you little street rat, what are you waiting for" the man said impatiently at him.

Wait.. Was he expecting me to do something?.

"Are you gonna do it or not?" The man said pressing the knife on Yuton tighter, showing more blood.

"Okay!, okay I'll do it, just calm down with the knife!" At my agreement to do whatever the hell it was he was demand he pulled the knife a half inch away from Yuton's neck.

The man smirked as he saw me raise my hands above my head in complaints thinking that I was completely submissive.

"What the hell is that!?" I shouted suddenly pointing with my finger behind him with a look shock on my face.

" oh come on brat, how stupid do you think I am, that's the oldest trick in the bo-aaAAAHH!" the thug screamed clutching with one arm his back that now had a rather large shared of glass stuck deep in his left shoulder.

If he wasn't to busy screaming bloody murder he might of notice the thin, almost invisible thread connected to the glass shard traveling all the way back to my still pointing finger.

Oldest trick my ass!. I never expected you to turn around you dumb ass.

Classic back to the future fakeout.

All the while this was happening my left hands index finger was spirking up in a familiar blue glow.

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On the other side of the street the man screamed as he used his one free arm to pull in vain at the shared stuck in his back, just shifting his shoulders to move his arms burned and it seemed that with absence of the knife Yuton had worked up the courage to start struggling again, even going as far as to bite down on the arm restraining him.

This did not go over well,"you little shit!" The man raged slammed his abused arm on top the boy knocking him three feet away from him on the ground.

" oh that's it!, im gonna fuck'in kill both you rats!" The thug raged with his knife raised in the air above Yuton ready to stab him in the chest.

That is would of, if he wasn't blasted away into a concrete wall by a fist sized ball of chakra that hit his chest with the force of a sledge hammer.

Yuton could only stare shell shocked from his position on the ground as the unconscious man slid off the wall and slumped to the ground.

Turning around at the sound of foot steps Yuton green eyes landed on the out stretched in front of him.

"You okay there bud, he didn't hurt yeah too bad did he?" Takashi, his master in all but leash and color asked him with genuine concern tone in his his usually rought voice.

Moving his hand numbly he let Takashi pull him up to his feet and was flustered when the red head started patting the dust off his ratty clothes.

"There, all good as new, well as good as a old shirt and a raggy pants get anyway, we really gotta upgrade your gear buddy" Takashi said mostly to himself in mumbles.

Yuton just plain didn't know what to say or to think. his master had never looked him over with such care before, and honestly he wasn't sure if he liked it.

Living so long on the streets made Yuton have many many fears, one of which was to never trust anything new that seemed for too good to be true, which was why it was so easy... Manageable, to work under Takashi Towaka for the past month now.

He knew the boy's type, very well.

Bitter, short tempered , always walking around with a chip on his shoulder's like the world owed him something, has a mother that loves him but wants nothing to do with her and constantly skeeming.

In short, both figuratively and literally a real bastard. Who was probably just gonna end up another dead body found in a back alley somewhere in this kami forsaken part of the city.

He had already set his sites on other people he could possibly sell himself to when the red head he was currently following finally turned up dead one day.

He didn't think of himself as a prostitute or an item, but if it kept himself feed... Yuton would have a more open mind on the type of scum he'd give himself over to.

But all of a sudden his views on the human meal ticket he thought of as master were changing rapidly, his eyes no longer held their constant coldness as he opened his doors to him that evening and feed him to the fullest he had been in months and treated him gently when the results he wanted for seals project flopped and all his version did was defect.

He even saved his life!.

That man, that HEAVENLY DRAGON member would of killed him just now if his master hadn't used his skills to subdue the man risking his life.

An,Yuton nearly teared up when he realized.

He didn't need to.

The thug had given Takashi two options when he held up, either be a hero and try and stop him or go get him all the money he could from the the store they were in front of.

Apparently the yakuza grunt had come to collect protection money, the owner had been avoiding payments for months and he had come to 'rough him up' and get him to pay what he owed the Heavenly Dragons.

Then he got all banged up from fighting Takashi so he grapped Yuton to threaten his master to do the shack down for him under the promise that he'd maybe spare Yuton's life once he got the money.

Takashi could of easily of just left him to die or given into his temper after being called a street rat(a trigger word to many who lived in the slums) then disregard Yuton's life in order to finish the man off faster.

But instead of throwing him to the wolfs or commiting a crime Takashi faught for him, even going as far as using the opposite of his usual wild brawling style of fighting and used his head to figure out a way to both beat the man and keep both of them relatively unharmed.

He put Yuton's life above his own pride and comprised his nindo.

(Always look out for number one first, second and last.)

He cared about him...

Yuton was so moved by all this that he couldnt help the new tears welling up from the mix of emotions flooding his mind.

"Hey hey hey, what's with the water works Yuton?. its find, were fine and your cut's nothing serious, it looks like he just barely broke passed the skin of your neck," Takashi said soothing the boy while bending down a bit look at the small cut on his neck," see, its not even bleeding anymore, hey tell you what,its getting dark so let's go get something warm to eat then head home okay, will let the police or whatever handle that mafia thug guy"

Yuton could do nothing more than nod his head and sniffle back a sob, it was so hard to him to believe this was all real, his eleven years of life had told him that happy moments like this just didn't happen and yet here he was being pulled into a short hug by the same boy only a day before refused to feed him scraps on the grounds that his gathering of information was taking too long.

Pulling apart Yuton was greeted with another new surprise.

Then the red head was smiling.

Yesterday, Yuton wouldn't help but think it was extremely creepy to see a positive emotion on the red heads face, the closes he had every seem his master smiling was the day they first met and he pledged his worthless body and mind to him in exchange for any of the food he could spare.

Back then Yuton knew he would see nothing but grief under the red head's control but he obeyed out of desperation.

And Takashi knew this from that very moment which why on that day Yuton could of sworn the older boy's smirk was on the same level as a demon when he signed his life away to him.

But now his smile didn't look likea twisted smirk fitting only a paragon of human sin, but it actually made him feel...

Warm?, safe?.

He wasn't sure how, aside from hin not being use to, that's for certain.

He did know one thing as he was being guided by the hand by the cheerfully smiling red head who looked at everything around him in wonder.

Whatever it was that had taken hold of his master...

He clasped his hand around the boy's as he pulled them along.

He didn't want it to stop.

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"What do you mean your don't have any money!?" Shouted a balding old man in his late sixties at the two boy's in his diner who just showed an hour ago.

They had looked like a couple of hoodlums to him, or at least the red haired one did but old Chuo had a soft spot for children gaving them the benefit of the doubt and served them their meals of fries and burgers.

a popular combo amongst the young now a days.

But when time finally came to pay the Bill, here these two little brats are telling him their flat broke, hell at least the dark haired kid was honest about it, the red headed one was just babbling on some nonsense about thinking he should of gain some 'loat' from his first fight.

Then he turned to the blacked boy next to him and asked him if he saw any bags of money on the ground before they got here to which the other boy just shook his head looking almost as confused as old man Chou.

Was the red haired brat high?.

Well then, either way it looks like we have a couple of dine then dashers in his restaurant.

Not flipping today!, they were gonna pay him back in either money or sweat!.

So he grabbed both the little brats and forced them into his kitchen to work off their debt by washing dishes until he felt he was fully paid back for their meals.

The red headed one complained at first but shut up like his quiet companion when he threatened to call the authorities on them.

He wouldnt actually call the ninja's on them, kami , those chakra loons were so bored in the past two decades of peace that they'd probably interrogate these brats with old school torture methods just to having something to do outside of D-Rank missions all the time.

but they didn't know that so he kept on harping the threat anytime they complained.

Soon, even with a little gripes here and there from the brats the dishes where cleaned spotless and Chou's only worry now was to keep up with the dinner rush as one after another new customers came in to his diner hungry for his food.

But then all of a sudden his only chef ran out on him shouting some crap about his wife having a baby and leaving the cooking to his own.. Eh hem, rusty skills.

The grill had caught on fire by the time he realized he lost his touch with cooking.

The food was burning to a crisp and the annoyed customers out front were just piling up, if this went on his dinners reputable would be ruined!.

"Hey pop's, it sure does look like you could use a hand" said the red haired brat behind him.

"Quiet boy i'm tryin'ta concentrate here!", Chou shouted while outing the grill fire with a bucket of water.

Yeah, water and a hot oil don't mix too well.

Chou had to bit down his teeth to stop himself from screaming when the hot oil exploded covering part of his arm in burning oil. The fire was out but he was clearly injured.

"Crap", Chou hissed in pain flexing his burnt arm, it would heal but it was in no condition to attempt cooking with, his restaurant wouldn't survive without someone making the food.

What he didn't expect to see was the red haired kid walk up to the grill in a white cooking Apron and hair net on as he looked at the order notes scattered on the table next to him and nodded his head while tightening the straps of his Apron.

"Brat?, what do you think your doing?" Chou questioned, even in pain he wasn't just gonna let some dine and dasher do as he pleased in his kitchen.

"What does it look like pop's?," the boy said while with the skill and speed Chou had only seen in 5 star establishments as the boy cut through ingredients and prepared all the stoves.

When he started using recipe's and techniques Chou had never seen before without even braking a sweat under the intense heat of using all the stoves at once, Chou had to seriously wonder who the hell was this boy who walked into his dinner.

"I'm working off my debt" the boy said with a small smile that warped into a confondant smirk as he turned back to the stoves.

"now I hope you NPC's ready cause dinner's about to be surved!"

It was at this moment that marked the day that Irish and Italian style cooking was introduced to the elemental nation's.

And my god was it glorious.

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