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Enter in the seventh installment of the A 'Slight' Change series! It hasn't been quite a year since the last post, so I'm feeling slightly better about people remembering what's happened so far. And, though it may not be entirely necessary, this one's gone back to having yiff in it! Yes! Rejoice all you with red palms and run away those with weak constitutions! Other than that disclaimor, I hope that you, the reader, enjoy reading.

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"Okay, stop! We've got to figure out just what the fuck is going on!" I stated to Tera, coming to a halt at another intersection. We had been running for fear of a slow and painful ambush followed by a side of death for approximately twelve minutes. I'm not sure how I was aware of the exact time, but by that time I stopped questioning things and just accepted them as twisted and demented fact.

Tera had all but stopped until she hit a slick spot on the pathetic attempt at a linoleum tile floor and went flying forward. Or, at least, she would have, had I not caught her with a pseudo-spider sense of sorts. At least one of the good things about the predicament I was in was that I could pull off some of the awesome crap that I once saw in all the comic book movies that had come out not too many years ago.

"Are you okay?" I asked, letting her stand up on her own, and still unsure if she was angry with me or not.

She dusted herself off daintily, unlike what she had usually acted as, and tilted her head up to face me. "I'm fine. But we need to keep moving if we want to find Alex and everyone else. We just can't leave them all behind... I won't just leave them all behind."

"And we're not going to leave them behind. We're going to find them, but I have to figure something out first." It was something that I had been ignoring since the first time I heard the voice inside my head. A God awful itching that intensified every time the voice came ringing in my ear. "I want you to look in my ear and tell me if you see anything different."

"Umm... okay? And just what would I be looking for? If you haven't noticed, you're a freaking animal, and I have no idea even what a fox ear would look like." With a nudge from me she looked anyway. I felt her poke around for a little while until she stopped at something. "Matt, did you know that you have utterly no ear wax? That, and you've got a little black spot on one of the little thingies. I don't know if it's normal or not, but it looks like it's a bug or something."

"Okay. That must be it. At least, it might be it... as soon as I figure out what 'it' is. Do you think that you can try to get it out?" I braced myself either way, just in case it hurt.

"I guess I could. You're lucky that I still sort of have nails." Tera said as she started picking at it.

"Ow... oww... owwwwww... OWW! Holy crap Tera, do you think that you could be a bit more painfu-AAHHHH!!" Just before I could finish my statement it felt like my ear was being ripped off. Right down at the base of what felt like my brain too.

"Are you done crying you baby? I got out something. Looks to me like a computer chip or something. But, two questions come to mind. One why was there a chip in your ear; and two, how did you know about it?" She dropped the small black piece into my paw and leaned up against the nearest wall, looking back and forth cautiously.

"Methinks that I can answer both questions in one answer. There was a chip in my ear because somebody wants to either make me do something, or make me think that I'm going crazy, of which I know I'm not."

"And how do you know that, Captain Crazy?" she quickly retorted.

"Simple logic, my dear Ms. Benik. I've been crazy since I was born, and at no point during that time did I ever hear voices." If you could imagine a person falling to the floor anime style, that would be an almost accurate description of Tera's reaction. I, being completely intentional in my joke, started laughing almost insanely. She, on the other hand, must have just missed the humor by a mile or so. "But, I do believe that we should resist any further questions and continue along on our way, just in case we are being hunted."

I'm not sure why, but it seemed that dry sarcasm was the commonality between Tera and I at that moment. But, I thought it best if I worry less about my relationship with her, and more on trying to save the both of us, along with the others... so then maybe, just maybe, we could work on improving the relationship we had.

As we ran, or for lack of a better word jogged, I decided it best to keep the little chip from my ear at least still on my person. Maybe if we ever escaped I'd be able to find someone that could help clear some things up.

The horridly white walls started to become more and more annoying as the minutes passed, especially with the lack of any and all evidence of any form of an attack force hunting us down. So, I once again called out and broke the awkward silence, "Tera, I think that it's safe to say we can walk. I'm definitely not seeing any signs of a future attack, or even the off chance of a random rabid kinkajou rushing in to suck out our marrow."

"Matt," Tera started, "I'm honestly starting to think that you're on crack. Either that, or you must actually be insane, because I'm sure that no sane person would ever be able to think up some of the stuff you've been saying."

Feeling somewhat offended as well as partially deviant because of the change in mood without the extreme in fear, I chose my comeback carefully. "Oh, really now? Do you think that a crazy person would do something like... this?" I said as I moved in for my assault on her neck with my incisors. Her attitude turned a complete 180 as her toned expression turned to that of a more euphoric one.

"I think that only a crazy person would be... Mmm... Matt, stoppit... You know what that does to-mmm..." she lazily moaned out, trying to remain straight-faced but obviously failing.

Each nibble against the nape of her neck made her sink further into my clutches. My paws directed themselves against the tightly secured robe draped around her shoulders. The mix of aroused sensations, alongside the predominant occurrence in the back of my mind that there still might be someone lurking just around the corner, gave an accompanying atmosphere of exhibitionism that, though not a preference of mine, heightened sense of arousal for the both of us. I knew it on myself because of the tent beginning to fill in the medical apron I was adorned with and on Tera from the intoxicating aroma starting to waft out from between her legs.

I tugged at the knot tied around her waist as her arms lifted at my garb. My lips left her neck and pressed against her own open jaws, letting our tongues intermingle amongst our deepening panting. By that time, the thin cloth sheet I was adorned in was just high enough for my fully exposed phallus to protrude out from under. In an equal manner, the smooth cotton robe Tera wore was open, revealing a pair of pert breasts and a moistened mound for my fingers to massage.

We both had the same position in mind as I forced her back against part of the wall which only inches away turned a sharp ninety degrees, forming the right corner of the nearest hallway intersection. My paws were groping against anything they could find, be it the cleavage directly in front of me, her rump that was pressed firmly against the wall, or even to rub against her pulsing clitoris. The last, though, I saved myself from mostly to keep her from too early an eruption. I wanted to hear her moan out a plea of want before I spent too much time there.

It was soon enough that our bodies begged us for more than simple finger games, so we chose to delve into our baser animal instincts and let our pent up sexual frustrations go. I had to lift her some inches off the ground because of the height difference, which she compensated helping for by grabbing my erect member and directing it toward her tunnel. Not one to give in fully to simple passion, I teased her, as well as myself, by only allowing the tip of my shaft to rub against her swollen and now damp outer lips.

With enough of a base lubricant from both our secretions to squeeze an semi through a keyhole it was near impossible to restrain myself from entering fully into Tera. But, from mixed moans of 'Oh God!' and 'Please!' I picked out enough to tell that she was on the verge of climax simply from the bombardment of sensation. I, on the other hand, had found a new sense of self-control, and was far from releasing myself.

And so, I let her be impaled onto my person. She was warmer and tighter than I had remembered her being, though not even a week before had we last made love. In fact, it was enough to make Tera whimper out in a painfully pleasured groan. Her claws sank deep into my shoulders, which she had taken hold of to assist in holding herself up.

Then I felt what I had expected. Her inner walls tightened further and squeezed firmly against me. Her shaking body told me that she'd been set off, and was climbing through the first of what I guaranteed would be many more orgasms. The fit that we had was tight enough to not let anything escape, even though my knot had even yet to swell and form.

She and I had long since released each other's kiss and allowed one another to breathe without hindrance, and she was taking full advantage of having her tongue to herself as it lolled about from her open mouth. And so, without having her tongue to enjoy, I had moved on to bigger and lower things; specifically her firm tits. I licked at them with a fervor like never before. Each stroke of my tongue only made her gasps for breath louder. Each lift or dive on my still knot-less member made her gasps stop entirely. It wasn't until she was riding out her fourth climax that I started to swell, but only because I actually started to think about it.

Now having a stop on each down-stroke, Tera had less of a trip to make. But still each movement left her gasping and moaning out into the open air. Her worries of anyone else being present weren't even in the back of her mind as she started to get louder again, which signaled that she was closing in on another peak.

I hadn't intentionally figured it out, but my body was timing itself to finish alongside Tera. Even with the increased pressure on my tip from the juices she had expelled it wasn't enough to send me over the edge. It wasn't until her muscles once again started to contract that I tensed up. With a final drive down, both she and I locked together and reached our mutually explosive climaxes.

Tera didn't let out a sound like I expected her to as I held her up against the wall. Her legs had wrapped themselves around my waist tightly and showed no signs of letting go as she slowly recovered from her multiple orgasms. "So," I managed to pant out, "do you think this counts as 'make-up' sex?"

She breathed out a short laugh as she nodded her head before it dropped to my shoulder to rest on. It didn't occur to me until later that she probably hadn't said anything because her throat was too sore from screaming out the first four times. For almost five minutes I stood holding her up, still tied together thanks to a certain appendage that was presently imbedded as deep as it could in my newly renewed lover. I was surprised that nothing was leaking out from around my shaft, but the seal seemed to be airtight.

It was after another two minutes that I finally started to decrease in swelling, and was able to make an attempt at pulling myself out of Tera. With a courtesy nod from her to encourage a try, I lifted her as I simultaneously lowered my hips. That was enough to remove my knot from the clutches of her menacingly tight lips. Just as soon as I was halfway out, a rush of ejaculate, both mine and hers, came flowing out. Tera gasped as it splashed into a puddle between my somewhat spread legs.

"Well, that's one way to clean out your pipes I guess..." I half laughed, half panted out. Tera must have found the feeling to be a great relief from the way she gave a content sigh and slowly let her legs down. But the thoughts in the back of my mind came forward, and I once again started to worry about the chance of someone else being out in the maze of hallways with us. "But, I think that we might want to try and find the others and get out of here before we let our baser instincts get the best of us again."

On shaky legs Tera managed to take a few steps. By the time she did that, I had decided that my apron was ruined and had thrown in aside. So, without the hindrance of the annoying piece of cloth, I took two steps, enough to catch up with her, and scooped her up into my arms. I hadn't noticed until I nearly slipped that Tera had been dripping. When I told her about it, she blushed through her fur, pulled her tail between her legs and apologized with a heavily embarrassed smile.

I was tempted to switch the way I was holding her so that I could have a little more fun with her, but decided otherwise because I didn't want to wear her out too much in case she needed to run on her own two feet. It would have been bad to start to finger her, only to have her have to attempt to run while halfway to climax.

So I kept walking, an open-robed Tera and a completely naked self. Yet, I wasn't the slightest embarrassed. It turned out that my phallus had receded back into it's sheath and my testicles were the only things with any true definition to them. I did expect Tera to close her robe, but wasn't complaining when she kept it open. Whenever I wanted, I got to take a peak down at her ample bosom. Every time I stared too long she was sure to turn my head to hers and shared a kiss with me. Then, we started walking again.

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"What the fuck do you mean 'He is no longer responding'?! How can he not be responding? Everything was going exactly to plan five minutes ago!"

"I'm sorry sir. I don't know how to explain. It's just that... the subject is no longer giving any signs of doing as we tell hi-"

"Well you'd better be figuring out why and making sure that he gets back on track! I will have nothing but perfection in all of my experiments!"

From a dimly lit room, the glow of a row of monitors illuminated the silhouette of a uniformed man. Though it was blocked out by shadows, his scowling expression could be felt by everyone in the room. It thickened the atmosphere to unbearable high. Yet, multitudes of men and women adorned in simplistic white coats and pants were busy working; checking monitors, running between annoyed out-ranking members, furiously scribbling onto clipboards, even a few being lead into back rooms where who knows what would happen to them.

As if one highly agitated man wasn't enough, a hunched man with a piercing yellow-eyed gaze and matching golden-handled cane was escorted into the room, alongside a towering trench coat that covered yet another man. "What is all the fuss about?" sounded the hunched man, a clearly recognizable tinge of German in his high and raspy voice.

"It seems that your little experiment is having a few... complications," answered the uniformed man.

"And since when has the rule been to pass all the blame to me? I presume that it was a miscalculation by one of your handpicked simpletons that is the problem. But, fret not, for I think of these 'variables' and plan ahead just in case, unlike you." The uniformed man was about to interject, but the hunched man held up a finger and silenced him. "We are going to go to the second stage of testing. Tell your men to prepare for the fireworks..."

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"Okay Matt, you can let me down now."

"Are you sure? You're not heavy or anything."

"I'm sure. I wanna stretch my legs out a bit."

Twenty minutes of walking around in circles (at least I swore that we were going in circles) and carrying an extra 110 pounds and I didn't even feel the slightest of fatigued. I guess one of the perks of becoming a military secret weapon. With one arm I lifted Tera into the air and set her down with a graceful ease. "Thanks Matt, I guess that I just needed a little time off my feet after..."

She started to trail off, so I finished with what I thought was an accurate ending, "After I fucked your brains out." We both laughed heartily for the first time in days. It felt good to be back on laughing terms with Tera. "Ya know, just for all intensive purposes, I think it only right that I tell you something Tera. Something that's of great importance to me."

"Oh? And what might that be?" she asked with a perk of her ears and tilt of her head.

"I love you." Simple and sweet. And, for an added working bonus, I got a coo and a kiss as a 'Thank You'. That kiss didn't stay just a kiss for long, but we both held ourselves back out of simple embarrassment. "Um... Yeah, maybe we ought to wait a little bit before we get too frisky again."

"Sorry... I think that I'm still a little horny. Maybe five times wasn't enough for me to catch up with the lack of sex I've had."

I gave an awestruck look. "Turning into a nympho maybe? I thought that guys were the ones that always had to have sex, but you, my dear, seem to be outdoing a very popular stereotype quite well."

She looked down at the ground with her ears held low. "I-I don't know what's come over me. I just feel so... Matt, I need it... bad..."

Then a thought came to mind. What if, by an unfortunate turn of luck, I had only suppressed the urges she got, and didn't stop them altogether? Could it be that she might start going schizo again? But I went over all the variables back at the lab. I covered all the bases. Or I thought I did at least. Or, what if it's like the chip in my head? What if she got one too? Just... in a slightly different location... "Tera, I have to check... you... in case you've been implanted with something..."

But as I turned back to her, she was lying on the ground with a paw practically scratching away at her nipple and the other hammering in and out of her once again sopping slit. "Matt... AH! It's... not... help-... Gaack!"

She must've had the most powerful orgasm ever, because she actually projected out her juices. But she didn't stop. Her fingers kept their pace. With the obvious worries going through my head, alongside multiple new ones, I tried to reach down to pull her paw away from her crotch. Just as soon as I had hold of her wrist she gave a loud snarl and hunched forward and ripped into my arm with her fangs.

I could feel her teeth grinding against the bone in my arm, but I had to restrain myself form hitting her. I gritted my teeth and held out as long as I could. Thankfully, another climax gave me a chance to pull my arm from her slightly agape mouth. I automatically licked at the wound until I couldn't taste blood anymore and started trying to spit out the fur that went along with it.

Tera was still screaming out in what I could only guess as one of the worse amounts of pain she had ever been in. Her nipple was bleeding badly, and I could only imagine what damage her claws were doing inside her. If she didn't stop, there was no telling how badly she was going to turn out. I had to do something.

With a deep breath I jumped on her. One paw went straight for her throat, just to keep her from biting me again. She snapped at me, but missed narrowly. The second I knew she couldn't bite again I ripped off her paw from her nipple. The damage was worse than I though, as I saw skin barely dangling off her breast. I did the same with her as I did with myself and starting licking at anything and everything. Before I could even finish, her amazingly fully reattached nipple was hard and she was moaning out louder than I had ever heard her before.

There was still one more place I needed to fix, but how I was going to go about doing it was a completely different story. There was no way I'd be able to hold her down and still reach to pull her other paw away, but I had to do something. Instead of trying that, I managed to readjust myself so that I was still licking at her breast, which she seemed to be enjoying more than her claws, and had a better reach at her groin. The only problem was that I had to relinquish my hold on her neck. So I did. When she didn't lunge at me, I decided it best if I tried for whatever it was that I was going to try.

Before I even touched her I heard the same snarl as before. As if my precognition alone I knew her head was coming down to latch onto whatever it first contacted. I couldn't stop my reflexes that time, and I rammed my head forward directly into her forehead. With tears blurring my eyes, I noticed that Tera wasn't moving anymore. Fear that I had killed her being the first thing on my mind, I felt for the nearest thing I could get a pulse from. Her wrist was the first that I grabbed, and I groped at it trying to find which place to check.

I felt a pulse, yet I still held my breath. My eyes were focusing on her wrist, but twitched up to look at her chest. It was rising and falling, which meant that she was breathing. It must have been the quick shock of it, but I didn't check her mouth to feel if she was actually breathing in and out.

So I just knocked out Tera... "Note to Self: I am going to kill myself if I ever do anything to hurt her again."

"But," I said aloud, "at least that means I can fix her up without worrying about dealing with bite marks."

"Bite marks? I always thought that you and Tera would be ones to like it rough, but that's a bit much, wouldn't ya think?" I immediately tensed up. My back arched, the fur on the back of my neck bristled, and my fangs were bared to the world. Why hadn't I heard anyone coming? And where were they coming from? "Woah, woah... Calm down Matt. I ain't tryin' ta get ya angry, I was just sayin'..."

"Johnny?! Where are you?" His accent was unmistakable. The only thing that got me was that he, as bulky as he was, had snuck up on me. But every direction I looked only bared the same poorly fashioned bleach-white walls.

"Hmm... let's see... why not try lookin' up cracker? Jeese, if you're supposed to be a super being, you're doing a horrible job of showing it."

My head shot up, and there he was. Looking down at me through a hole cleanly cut out of the ceiling was the goliath of a beast Johnny. Before I started to delve too deeply into my paranoia, I thought it best to act quickly and save questions for later. "I need help! Tera's unconscious, but there's something wrong with her! I've gotta get her help!"

"Yeah, yeah... Lemme guess; uncontrollably horny, violent when stopped, does a number on your dick if you're not careful... Sound about right?"

"Um... exactly... But, how-"

"No time for talkie-gotta get goin'! No tellin' when she'll wake up."

Before I could even utter a sound he had jumped down. I cringed expecting to hear a crash, but his landing was hard for me to even hear. Without saying anything, Johnny picked up Tera and, without straining a muscle, jumped back up through the hole which was at least five feet above my head. I stood, jaw agape, and stared at what I just saw. Johnny-two-hundred some-odd pounds Johnny-just jumped higher than most pole-vaulters go... and then my brain imploded.

"Yo, smart guy, you comin' or what?" he said tilting his head once again back down the exit to what I could only imagine as the way out.

"I... uhh... don't think that's humanly possible..."

"Well, you're not really human now, are ya?"

"I guess not-"

"Then get yer ass in gear and let's go! I don't want to have to deal with 'bite marks' kay?"

And so, throwing all previous inhibitions aside, I squatted and prepared to jump as hard as I could. It was five feet above me for crying out loud! There was no way that anyone could jump that high naturally. As my legs extended, I saw the ground quickly move away, right before I missed my target completely and rammed my head straight into the probably titanium ceiling, knocking myself out cold.

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"Wake up sleepy head! There's someone that wants to see yer purdy little beady eyes." The words sounded like they came from one of the stereotypical backwater hick types, and the accent was enough to back it up.

As if the sense of unknowing wasn't bad enough, I had to get stuck with listening to a red-neck retard that mocks me. My eyelids opened, but all that I saw was a white mist. Panic was first to ensue, but my other senses went into automatic overdrive before I could start hyperventilating. The foggy view didn't clear as I had hoped, but only thickened into a pure, blank white. "What the hell is up with all the white?! Did these guys have a budget cut and could only chose Goddamn white or what?"

"C'mon little fella, wake up. Don't wanna be sleepin' awl day do ya? Ah've got uh good girl here who's been waitin' patiently fer yew ta wake up, and it'd be goodly of ya ta get up'n meet 'er."

Once again, bombarded with the good old southern slang. At the moment, I wanted to punch in the face of every single being that couldn't properly pronounce phonics, much more failed to even understand the concept. But the bleak and depressing white was starting to dissipate, so I wasn't complaining.

The mist gone completely, I noticed immediately that there was a definite change in scenery. A country bumpkin was kneeling over me, giving off a seriously creepy 'I'm here to help you... and by help I mean kill you...' vibe. Beyond him was a showcase of nothing but Redneck Capitol U.S.A.

"Okay, so I've died and gone to Alabama... How does that work?"

The man looming over me smiled. "Nah, nah. Quit yer whinin' an start movin'. Yer girl's just over thar. An last ah heard, she's still in heat, yew lucky sum'bitch."

He gave a loud laugh, and I just looked at him. "... the fuck?" I stated flatly. Though I'd had rather of closed my eyes and wished everything away, I decided to stand up. At least then I'd be able to talk face-to-face with the creepy country-man. But, I noticed two clearly obvious differences before I was even all the way up. One was that I wasn't even coming close to being face-to-face with the guy; and secondly, I automatically stood up on all four limbs like a dog rather than a man.

When I peered around to my sides it was obvious what was different: "I'm a fucking dog!" I exclaimed, noticeably disturbed at the fact.

"Hey nah, yall'd better calm yerself down nah. I dun wanna have ta git out mah shawtgun, 'cause ah will."

"What?! Just who the hell are you?! Where am I?! WHY AM I A GODDAMN DOG?!" I cried out. What, indeed, was going on? I was scared, confused, angry, and a mix of about twenty million other emotions all at once. The feeling was somewhat burdening, so a rage of panic started to course through my very being.

The man reached behind his back and grabbed for what I realized was his shotgun. Before he had it pointed at me, I jumped up and sank my fangs into his arm. With a yell he flung me off and I went tumbling away a few feet. When I got back up, the barrel of a shotgun was pointed right at my face.

"Nah dog, yewd best git yerself calm down, else ah have ta shewt'cha." He cocked his shotgun, chambering the round that was made just for me.

"You know what? I don't care anymore. I may just be another victim of post-dramatic suicidal tendencies, but look at what I have to deal with! I'm not a dog, I'm a fucking HUMAN!" I screamed as I bounded toward the shotgun-wielding man.

I heard the blast and I felt the pellets coat my skin. Both eyes were gone, my face was ripped half to shreds, but I was still going. Like a bat out of Hell I continued to charge as another round was chambered. This time I wasn't so lucky, and I took the full blunt of the blast and went flying away...

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"Why not shoot once more for good measure you bastard!"

I jolted upright with my teeth bared. But there was no farmer in front of me. In fact, I could see, which I found odd seeing as how I thought I just had my eyes shot out. More than just that, as I lifted my arms I saw that they were once again back to their arm status, though still furred. "Okay, that is the last time I do whatever I did to dream that up..."

My eyes went from scanning over my own person to check to see if everything was in it's proper place to my immediate surroundings. It was a dim lit room, but as far as I could tell it wasn't white at least. There were multiple machines of all sorts taking up every bit of space that could be found, all except for a narrow pathway that led to a plain doorway. As well, I found that I was hooked up to many of the machines. Each was beeping and whistling off different sounds as my heart rate started to rise. The sense of paranoia started to seep back into my mind, and a deep foreboding pushed out any feeling of security I had left.

I was never really sure why, but I felt that I had to be prepared for a fight, so I started pulling out all of the needles that were embedded in my various appendages. Each one left with a twinge as I slowly learned that they were much longer and thicker than what one would call an average needle. I ripped off all of the patches that covered my chest and forehead, leaving the machines blaring out flatline signals.

With a confused apprehension of what I only assumed as a moment of peace, I started tracing my way through the tightly packed room to the door. A newfound strength seemed to be flooding through my arms and legs as they felt lighter and more agile. Yet, equally, they felt stronger and more sturdy. If it could be described, it would be like going to sleep as a scrawny kid and waking up like you'd gone through a lifetime of training and conditioning while you slept.

This time, my ears picked up the sounds of footsteps. Six pairs. Three female, three male. "Wait, how did I know that?" Twenty meters and closing. "Okay, since when did I start thinking in metric?" Tera, Johnny, Alex, Justin, and two unknowns. "And so the creepy factor comes into play..." Tera last had sex two days ago, and Johnny and Alex just hours ago. "Now this is just ridiculous!"

I marched out of the door to confront everyone. To my surprise, the girl I found back at the facility thing was walking hand-in-hand with Justin, and a normal man was with them. "Professor Rynkort, is that you?"

The man's face looked the same, but it was aged and worn. But, he acknowledged my question with a nod and gave a grin. "Yes, m'boy, it is. And I think that you and I have a lot to discuss..."