TEST DRIVE MEME #27

[penancemods]

Arrival

"Judgement has come upon you. God has deemed you worthy of Hell. But don't worry, it can still be undone," comes a soothing voice that echoes all around you. The voice promises comfort, hope even.

It may seem like a nightmare at first, despite all of that. Full of hellfire nipping at your skin and a sensation of being pulled down no matter how much you struggle or cry for help. Wretched, unseen hands pull at you, grip tight at your body, tighten on your throat, skeletal fingers grab at your face, slide in your mouth and jab at your eyes as they struggle for purchase. It feels like for a moment, they may snap your neck as they tug and pull. The more you resist, the more phantom hands are added to your struggling body.

It feels like they could tear you apart if you let them. The only thing to do is to let go and stop fighting.

And so you do.

Darkness and nothingness consumes you for a second, but only a second.

Initially, everyone opens their eyes to a long, dark corridor made of stone. They find themselves in what appears to be a long queue with other sinners, palm bloody.

Characters find their bodies feel heavy and stiff, bruised with odd hand prints here and there that they received during their journey down below. A massive headache throbs behind their temples. They are urged forward to take a numbered ticket and wait their turn in the long line. As they're ushered forward through the corridor, their first stop will be to see Lilith, standing outside her office.

The woman in a smart suit and a friendly smile steps forward to greet sinners one by one. "I'm sorry for your rough landing. We've never gotten it quite as smooth as it was in the past. Please, let me see your hand--"

Once she has the sinner's hand, there's the warm, almost electric touch of magic that soothes away the aches and pains, heals the wound left behind on each sinner's palm. Lilith looks satisfied with her work and gives a nod. "There, all better. Please continue on until you reach Death's office. He'll have your contracts ready for you."

There's a slightly wicked twist to her lips. "Please do feel free to ask him about any of those sins listed..."

And so on, sinners travel until they finally arrived at another office where Death sits waiting. Here is where you'll receive a contract detailing all sins committed. If they look at the list closely enough they'll notice it's written on with their blood. That explains the wound then. It's an old piece of parchment despite the freshly written letters upon it. Death will also provide slightly more modern smart phone. Think early generation Android.

Seems as though Hell has moved on up from the very old Blackberry type phone.

Once characters have their device and their contracts, they're ushered further down the hall. It seems to go on and wind forever, but eventually, they come upon the lobby of Penance hotel. Once there, they will notice several shops and other areas around the front desk.

The demon at the front desk looks rather bored, but when sinners approach? He seems to snap to attention to offer whatever help they might need of him. He will at least direct to food or rooms to rest their wary bodies, or recommend sights to see around the hotel.


Stand Your Ground

While the Mares have gone, as per Death's bargain with God, and reconstructing Penance is coming along fairly well, the air is carrying with it a cold crispness that sends a chill down one's spine. Lucifer is still nowhere to be found, and if pressured, staff will say he's having talks with the other Lords of Hell, as well as God himself. Things need to be worked out, no matter how difficult it is for Lucifer to accept and swallow his pride. He won't be around to offer warmth to the Penance community and it may, in fact, be mirroring his current mood.

Or it may be the creeping sense of doom that's following so many around now that The Veiled Order has been able to nearly complete their next spell. Local demons will plainly say that God won't help them against this threat, that he doesn't care if Hell is destroyed, and others will be very hush about the situation entirely. No need to scare the local sinners, new or old!

Instead just enjoy the reopening businesses around the local area! Nothing is off-limits. Hellburbia seems to have suffered some extensive damage recently, but not to worry! There's talk of building back better than ever.

Other than that, Helluva Cup has a new spiced drink... and spiced everything. That's right! Pumpkin spice has apparently come early this year... and it may be a bit overpowering and in everything in the coffee shop, regardless of what you order. Even Bean, the 'friendly' hell rat the owner keeps in the shop seems to be feasting on pumpkin flavored meat. That's probably okay. Right?

Penance Library is offering a special reading of Leviathan-specific reads. The local goblins will be doing readings every afternoon for all who care to listen or to stick around and discuss it. These will all be fictional in nature, not historic texts.

Strangely enough, there seems to be a sort of curfew happening. While everyone will not be expected to be in the hotel necessarily, they must take shelter in the newly opened Club Penance, Casino Styx, Hella Shorty's, or other establishments. They must either stay the night in these establishments or be escorted to the hotel by demonic guards. These guards will be doing rounds around the Penance community to ensure no one is out alone. Do not fight them or they may surprise you with how strong they can be.

Additionally, anyone caught defying curfew knowingly or fighting back will be locked in their rooms for up to three days as a potential danger to the community as a whole. There are all sorts of dangers lurking out there and the demons are absolutely trying to keep everyone as safe as they can!

Otherwise, it's business as usual around Penance, so go on an exploration! Bundle up against the cold! Have fun!


Reach Up High

WARNINGS: cutting, blood, torture

Whether you've been here for months or you're freshly arrived, your demonic overlord unfortunately expects some participation despite the current state of things. You can try and shirk the responsibility, of course. You can bargain your way out of it for a while. But eventually, you may find yourself trapped in a room just off the gym that's been fondly dubbed The Torture Room. It has all manner of equipment in there, along with an iron maiden even.

But don't worry about any of that right now. It probably won't be used.

You can try the door, but even with super human strength or every lock picking skill in the book, you won't be able to open it.

It soon becomes apparent what you're supposed to do when someone else is eventually shoved in with you. Both of your lists of sins will appear on a table that's been placed in the center of the room with two handy knives. You can choose to guard these or not care at all that they're on display.

"Unfortunately, due to Father coming back into the picture, I know that He will demand punishment be delivered despite our circumstances. I have chosen a rather easy one, focused on honesty and acceptance of your sins. Please pick up a knife and choose a sin from each of your lists to carve upon your skin. Aid each other in your journey, carve the words to help your fellow penitent be candid with everyone around them!"

The voice rings out within the sinners' heads as it always does, although Lucifer seems agitated at the moment, hesitant in some way that he usually isn't.

"I do apologize for this. If it was up to me, you would have been free of additional torment this month. However, there will be additional incentive for anyone who should try to resist the task I've appointed them."

It isn't a lie nor an idle threat either. The longer you wait to do what's been requested of you, the more shallow cuts that will appear on both of your bodies. Are you really prepared to endure this pain when giving in would be so much easier?

And more than that, are you willing to let another suffer along with you?

Eventually, the cuts will stop if you suffer them long enough, but you'll have failed this challenge and sustained more damage than if you'd just gone along with it. Satan will also be very disappointed in you.


Follow Me Down

Prompt I: Reopening

WARNINGS: sex, drugs, alcohol, aphrodisiacs, body changes, potential kinks, violence, potential non-con or dub-con.

Club Penance is finally back! And with themed nights to start off all the fun. This night's theme is: Anything But Clothes. Guests who enter the adult oriented side of the club will notice the incubi and succubi who serve in it are entirely without clothes (and any ounce of shame!). They're eager to get right back to business. They're very encouraging of others to do the same whether it be immediately or in sexy strip shows.

On their trays, they offer drinks and drugs of all sorts. Shows are being put on on the stage as usual, the offer of sex demos with guest participation are still on the table.

As usual, these demons play under respectable rules in the club, safe words and all. They will also gladly exit the stage and let guests entirely run the show. They're on their best behavior tonight, even if the natural aphrodisiacs they give off seem to be amped up

Guests who refused to undress may also find their clothes randomly disappearing, or being torn off by some eager patron or demon who is a bit too into the theme! Ah, well, no need to worry too much. There will be costumes and lingerie to slip on to go home in. There's absolutely nothing wrong with a walk of shame back to the hotel in nothing but a thong, they'll assure. It's just another night in Hell.

For those who are really adventurous, there are also special concoctions that the club offers. These include:

Frenzy ○ The drug will be given to anyone anyone who asks for it. It can be snorted, injected, taken in pill form, or smoked given user preference.

Despite the questionable name, guests who partake really will feel the best they've possibly ever felt. They won't need sleep or to rest, but they won't necessarily feel the strain on their bodies either. They'll be full of energy and their mood will be amazing with no hint of nightmares or dreams anywhere.

The demons won't let anyone come down either, not once they've started and not until they're told a guest doesn't want any more.

Even then, they may still try to convince them otherwise. It's a party for as long as you can go, or until you completely burn out, it seems.

But with all good things come bad. It seems a side-effect of the drug is an actual frenzy as well. A frenzy for sex or violence or anything a character might want that they deny themselves on the regular. They'll feel this growing hunger, this ravenous need to have and to claim everything they think is theirs.

Some may even fade away into an almost animalistic sort of state.

The more the guest takes, the more they'll experience this sensation. Fighting it won't help either. Though they did sort of bring that one on themselves, didn't they?

Other symptoms of coming down won't be too different to those of other drugs. Fatigue, depression. Guests will begin to feel the effects of staying up for so long without rest or stopping to take care of themselves. They may also feel a certain longing for more, but it can be fought off with enough strength of will.

The drug isn't free either. The succubi expect to be paid in energy or through actual work in the club.

Bond ○ A potion that will bond guests together the minute one speaks to the other. The encouragement is that this should be done consensually, but the demons won't necessarily be checking. Once bonded, guests will feel what the one who took the potion feels. This includes pain and pleasure both with effects lasting a full night. Give someone the most intense pleasure of their lives or torture them until they beg for mercy!

For a really intense experience, both participants can consume the potion with mutual effects.

For the dance oriented portion of the club, the theme is a little more lax. Instead of outright nakedness, patrons may be offered revealing clubwear instead. Things that will look mesmerizing in the lights of the club ranging from neon colors to clothes that seem to flash on the dance floor. The music will be thrumming in the air, pumping down to your very bones as you dance the night away, and all patrons will feel good. It will feel as if they could actually dance all night if they so wanted, even without the aid of any drugs.

It will be an all night rave with all the party drugs and drinks one could want! Live music plays all night. The band also loves to receive requests, so knock yourself out! They seem to strangely know any song they're asked to play.

Knock yourself out, give up any care in the world and have fun. You're already in Hell, so don't you deserve to feel good for a while?


Prompt II: Your Average Hotel Night

WARNINGS: Alcohol and drug abuse, potential non-con/dub-con

With all the sinners, new and old, the hotel bar will be lit up with activity. Drinks will be readily available, there's food in the kitchens if anyone wants to bother serving it, music will be blaring whenever there's electricity, and overall, there will be an energy to the atmosphere that's absolutely contagious. Even if you aren't typically inclined to linger at these sorts of events there may be be a certain pull to stay and have a bit of fun.

You might not get much of a chance to have that in Hell, after all. One drink won't hurt, right? Nor will one more after that, and after that. Ah, sweet gluttony. Why not have a pastry next? There's some delectable sweets available just a few steps away. More of a meat person? Like things salty? Fear not, it looks like someone graciously brought all sorts of snacks and foodstuffs from the kitchens to the bar as the night progresses. Indulge! You deserve it.

Similar to Club Penance, the bar also has every sort of drug available that might tickle your fancy and some you've never heard of. There's no harm in experimenting, is there? You're already in Hell. The staff will offer to show anyone how to use the drugs or give advice for what to try if you tell them what you want to experience. Shockingly, they won't lie! Their advice is good word its just you might not have been exactly prepared for it.

There's a stage and a karaoke machine for those feeling brave or just wanting to torture people with some sweet, sweet renditions of The Devil Went Down to Georgia.

There are tables set up for all sorts of gambling and various bar games to entertain yourself with. Since currency as most are familiar with it doesn't quite exist down here, most of the demons seem to be accepting bits of your soul or offers to do chores around the hotel. You may also get pulled into a fun game of strip poker against one of your fellow guests for a few succubi that are having a night out.

Relax and enjoy your night. Coming here and facing your sins is the hard part, so surely you deserve to have a little fun.


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[mcfakeass]

If you're here... Is Mikado-senpai here, too?

(Nevermind Masaomi, he's got real questions here. It's not exactly a surprise, it's more of a state of putting his thoughts together - Masaomi might as well be better than Aoba, but their sin list might be more of the same.

Nevermind the succubus, too. Another question is of his choice of style, but he'll just snort when he looks at the boy's legs.)

You were better dressed last I saw you.

[mcfuckup]

[Oh no, this douche brought up the forbidden word. Masaomi's brows furrow tightly, his lips thinning as he presses them together.]

Too bad for you, he's actually a good guy.

[Masaomi must think he's the worst person on the face of the Earth. That or there is some crazy ass denial running through his head. Possibly both. Either way, it seems the longer Masaomi's stay in hell extends, the higher he raises Mikado's pedestal.]

And he's got better taste than you too. [Deadpan.] Don't worry. I bet the staff will find you something even cooler.

[mcfakeass]

You're mistaken, Masaomi-senpai. I can say this about our own leader. If you look closely, you'll see.

(Aoba, here to snap Masaomi right out of his denial by showing him his hand, a still healing scar where a pen went through. His tone is interested, saccharine in nature but rather excited as he talks about Mikado, like that's a hobby he's dying to partake in.)

Perhaps you don't know your friend very well.

(All said with a sweet smile.)

Surely they won't put someone as young as me into something that slutty.

[mcfuckup]

[Our leader, the fucker says, like Mikado is actually the leader of the Blue Squares, like he isn't being used, like he's some criminal mastermind. (He kind of is, but hell if Masaomi is going to acknowledge that shit. He knows there's a good reason behind what Mikado is doing!) Masaomi wants to punch Aoba right between the eyes. He could probably land the hit too, not like with Izaya. But with the curfew in effect, he wouldn't just be kicked out and have to go on with his night. For all he knows, this place has a basement kink dungeon they could lock him up in, and frankly, Aoba isn't worth another night imprisoned with nymphos and maniacs.]

I know him better than you. [He grinds from between clenched teeth.

Rather than punch Aoba, he grabs for the guy's arm and yanks him toward the dance floor, where everyone is wearing at least enough to avoid an NC-17 rating.]

If you want to keep wearing anything at all, you'll keep your mouth shut about Mikado and the shorts. Seriously. What kind of spoiled brat thinks hell's gonna respect your fucking age while torturing you?

cw violence

[mcfakeass]

I wouldn't be so sure. Did you ever expect him to set a man on fire?

(Which, as much as he says it smugly, nearly proud, is kind of fucking terrifying to have that as the last thing he remembers. Mikado makes him feel a mix of admiration, respect and fear altogether, a beautiful concoction of sweet and unhinged that Aoba just cannot keep away now. He likes one (01) person, and that person is Mikado.

In regards to Masaomi, he's neither fond of him, nor does he habor any hatred. Good for him? Being pulled is fine, but he's very ready to stick his nails into Masaomi's eyes should he try anything funny.)

What kind of dull idiot takes that seriously? If I'm old enough to be here, surely I'm old enough to go through whatever it's got in store.

[mcfuckup]

[Masaomi stops short just as the music's volume explodes. He doesn't let go of Aoba's arm even as other club goers dance around them.

Aoba knows. He saw. He remembers.

Suddenly, it's real all over again, not just a waking nightmare running through the halls of an insane asylum. No. Mikado really did put on that shark mask and try to fight someone he stood no chance against. Mikado really did set that man aflame the moment Masaomi gave him the chance. Mikado really did just walk away from him after that, supported by the same smirking bastard Masaomi has in his grip.

Mikado set a man on fire. With a smile.

His grip on Aoba's arm tightens to the point of cutting off his circulation. His reply, barely audible over the blaring music, dares Aoba to ignore his warning one more damn time.]

Did you? Did you expect him to set a man on fire?

[mcfakeass]

It didn't surprise me in the slightest from the boy who stabbed my hand clear and welcomed every dire situation with an exhilarated smile on his face.

(Unfortunately for Masaomi, physical discomfort or pain doesn't make Aoba even blink - courtesy of Ran Izumii. It simply leads him to take his free hand to wrap around Masaomi's wrist, nails sinking as a warning to let go.

Without Blue Square, Aoba is vulnerable. He's the brains, not necessarily the brawl as much as he likes to partake in the violent chaos.)

[mcfuckup]

[Masaomi dared him, and Aoba took his opportunity with glee. A pissed off Shogun looks down at the fingernails digging into his wrist and grits his teeth with menace.

Rather than let go of Aoba, he starts moving again, hauling the other boy to the edge of the dance floor where club bouncers are handing out appropriate wardrobe adjustments. At the same time Aoba is finally freed from Masaomi's grip, he gets a sexy shark hoodie thrown in his face.]

Put that on if you don't want to be forced into something worse. I'm not going to stop them when these assholes yank off your pants in front of everyone.

I have some things I need to ask you. Can't have you carted off for breaking the rules before I finish.

[mcfakeass]

(Aoba only sinks his nails further, breaking the skin with droplets of blood coloring his nails. Let go, for fuck's sake. He's smaller, so it's easier for him to get dragged, and he gives a glare towards the boy's choice of style. What the fuck, is this mockery?

The only reason why he's taking it is that he's seen what other outfits there are, and unlike Masaomi, he wouldn't look this killer with those short shorts.)

You're doing this on purpose, aren't you, Kida-senpai? Like a bad pun. What is it that you'd like to ask me?

(He puts it over his clothes, thank you very much, it looks horrendous.)

[mcfuckup]

[This is absolutely mockery, and it's definitely on purpose. Some of the last things Masaomi saw before falling to hell were Aoba and that damn shark mask. If sharks are Aoba's aesthetic, then he can own it in the most humiliating way possible.

Maybe if he looks stupider, Masaomi will want to beat him less.

He folds his arms over his chest, ignoring the beads of blood smeared into his skin as he watches Aoba shove the hoodie on over his clothes. Masaomi knows that's not going to cut it for the club staff - the theme is less clothing, not more - but if Aoba is determined to play this game, he'll let him. He really isn't going to intervene if someone comes by and yanks Aoba's pants down.

He'll just snap a photo.]

You remember that night, when Mikado lit that guy on fire. You were there. [Not like Izaya.] You're going to tell me what he was trying to do, and why he wanted your help instead of mine.

Your answer's gonna determine whether you walk out of this club in one piece.

[mcfakeass]

(Except that the whole thing is loose instead of a sexy shark, Aoba looks like a misplaced elementary child someone forgot at a birthday party. He knows fully well how he looks like, so he'll take full advantage of it before finding a chair to climb, crossing his legs and supporting his face against his fist.

Feel free, motherfucker, Aoba will shiv a bitch.

And he'll smile sweetly as he answers.)

You left, didn't you? He was simply trying to make Ikebukuro better for you, I'm sure I remember he told you himself.

[mcfuckup]

[Hey, as long as Aoba looks stupid, Masaomi wins the petty revenge game. It's all the other games he's not doing so hot with.]

Cut the bullshit. [Masaomi already hates that smile, and with Aoba, at least, he's not afraid to make that clear.] That makes no sense. Even if it did, you've got no reason to help him with that.

[mcfakeass]

Why do you think that makes no sense? Violent and inadequate people coexisting within the Dollars, making it unsafe for you and Anhri-senpai? He was trying to purge it, make it safe so that you could return in one piece and the three of you could have a happily ever after.

(He says it as if it's obvious, and he won't, in fact, cut the bullshit. He does look goddamn adorable and harmless, and he'll take full advantage of the fact. The more Masaomi buys into it, the better for him, if he does at all.)

I'm not just Blue Square, though. I'm a member of the Dollars as well, why not help our founder?

[mcfuckup]

[Because Mikado should know better, should be smarter. Mikado should have Anri, should have family, should have other friends he can love and protect. Nobody who has those things should be acting like the very people he wants to purge, like... Well.

Like Masaomi or Aoba.

He grits his teeth with enough pressure to send an involuntary shudder down the back of his neck. Stay calm. He can't lash out until he gets his answers.]

Because Mikado isn't like you. [He growls.] He's not a fighter. He doesn't break things. He just wants to help!

[mcfakeass]

(It's not like Aoba can't tell Masaomi would swing at him at a moment's notice, because lo and behold, he's yelling at Aoba, who can do nothing but sigh loudly, like he's pretty much done with this.

He is, and he'll make it clear by standing up again, patting his hoodie's wrinkles nonchalantly.)

Listen, maybe that's the face he showed you. The face he showed me is another story.

[mcfuckup]

[Shit! Trying to stay calm is clearly not working, and now he's just taking out his frustration with Mikado on what amounts to a complete stranger. In the end, the truth will always be that he did leave. He hadn't had much choice back then, but he could have come back at any time after things settled. He could have, and he didn't.

Whatever reasons Mikado has for his behavior now, Masaomi has no right to be angry that Mikado didn't say anything to him. And if even Mikado didn't feel the need to inform Masaomi, why would Aoba?

Still. Masaomi can't just let the brat walk away. He grabs for his shoulder, with the same arm Aoba had marred not five minutes ago.]

Fine! Maybe that's true. But before you leave, you can at least tell me what happened afterward. Was he...?

[Was he okay? He'd taken a serious beating. Please tell him somebody treated those wounds before he went out and did something even stupider.]

[mcfakeass]

You're mistaken thinking that I know. All I remember was meeting you and going into our van.

(How desperate. Aoba supposes he too would be when it comes to Mikado, but isn't he technically blaming the youngest of the pair for whatever decisions Mikado has made? Like, did he help? Yes. Did he want to overthrow Mikado and take over the Dollars? Also yes. Does Masaomi get to treat him poorly while knowing none of these?

Absolutely not. He'll take full advantage of the fact that the ShOgUn is as oblivious to what is going on in his own backyard due to his leaving, and he'll milk that for as long as he can.)

[mcfuckup]

[Exactly the same as Masaomi. Aoba is just as clueless as he is, and yet he's being an arrogant asshole about it anyway. Maybe Masaomi can't keep his cool - and that's a problem, sure - but the fact that Aoba can keep his confirms for Masaomi that the rival delinquent deserves his anger.

Masaomi lets go, expression contorting between between incredulity and indignation. Finally, he settles for good, old fashioned resolve.]

I don't know what you were planning back in Ikebukuro, but it's not happening. Whatever you're doing with Mikado, I'll stop it as soon as I get out of here. I'll stop Mikado.

So don't bother trying to pull that shit here either.

Got it?

[mcfakeass]

Don't be so dense, Masaomi-senpai. Do you see any Blue Squares around? I'm just as out of my element as you are, shogun-san.

(While the words come out gently, their content is nothing as. A tiny hand wraps around Masaomi had previously gripped, just to touch it and move the skin a little bit.

God, this boy is so easy. Is it just Aoba's sheer existence, or is the magic word 'Mikado'? Testing that, totally testing that.)

Mikado-senpai, though? You think I'm doing something to him, but on the contrary, he's the one pulling all the strings. He's using us, not the other way around.

(Like, kind of. Aoba is still going to overthrow him, probably. Get both the Dollars and Blue Square united as one, and well, probably reign Ikebukuro. Oops.)

[mcfuckup]

[Damn, it is not nice to be called Shogun by this guy. Hearing him talk about Mikado like that though? That's a hundred times worse.]

For your sake, I hope he is. [He grinds through clenched teeth.] 'Cause when I find out what you're up to, I will pay you back for all of it.

[mcfakeass]

When you're done threatening me, feel free to realize that having allies in a place designed to fuck you up is much more valuable than having enemies.

(Masaomi, honey, you should drink some tea and sit down. Aoba is still in the most perfect calm.)

[mcfuckup]

[This. This right here. It digs more deeply into his innards than even Masaomi expects it to. It's not until Aoba spells it out to his face that he realizes anew just how alone he is in this place. Bella and Kishitani are so adjusted to Izaya's madness that he can't keep up anymore. He's lost, unable to do a damn thing about any of it. He feels like he must be the mad one whenever he sees them.

Maybe he is. Because for a second - one weak, hesitant, terrifying second - he lets himself imagine how much of a relief it would be to have Aoba on his side rather than Izaya's.]

That's not a free pass, asshole. You're in the same position.

[mcfakeass]

(Please. At most, Aoba might maybe accept Izaya as an estranged brother-in-law. Masaomi might be right, he too is utterly alone, but he's got some advantages that Masaomi very clearly lacks:

a) Using people is not a concern, instead, it's a pleasure;
b) Look at his little face. Who'd be against such a meek, fragile thing?
c) Isn't he a great actor?

So, his hands fall on his lips, delineating just how small the boy is, before he clicks his tongue.)

Yeah, you may be right, but I'm not the one threatening the one person who might team up with me, am I, Masaomi-senpai?

[mcfuckup]

[Masaomi's lips clamp shut. He's still glaring like he wants to say something, like he wants to punch the bastard, but he fights the urge. Anything he could say or do at this point, whether he agrees with or counters Aoba's sass, would be the same as admitting defeat.

He can't do that. Not yet. Not with the guy who stole Mikado from him.]

[mcfakeass]

Well, very well. If you're not interested, then don't get on my way, senpai.

(He even shows the palm of his hand, turns around again, because seriously, motherfucker, if you're not on board, he's not going to just stop and watch the boy glare.

He's got titties to stare at.)