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The Devil's Convenience - Post 13 | WordPress Blog

Author: AssistantDevil92

Date Posted: 4/27/17 - 3:07 AM

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Alright, look.

You guys all keep commenting on my shit and asking if this is for real or if I'm just playing around. I said from the beginning that I didn't wanna post hard proof on this blog because... well, why ruin the fun? Plus, there's rules I gotta follow now anyway. But whether or not you believe me, let me be perfectly clear: this is real. Everything you've read on here that I've typed out for you is real and actually happened to me. Cross my heart, or what's left of it.

Now, to answer the question you fuckers keep asking me.

If I could go back and change what I did, would I?

Ehh... maybe?

Actually, no. I wouldn't.

... Fuck, I honestly don't know.

Look, what I did and what happened to me was wrong on so many levels. I'm talking like physical, mental, spiritual, sexual--every level you can think of. But see, now I think it's kinda awesome. Maybe some of you fuckers will too, although even if you do, I don't recommend trying to recreate the same scenario unless you're into some seriously fucked up shit. Which you probably are.

But what the hell do I know, right?

Anyway, here it is. The post you've all been waiting for:

This is the story of how I lost my humanity because of a broken-down car and a sip of coffee.

There are certain places in the world--places no one realizes are even there until, suddenly, they are. Thresholds that blur the barriers between what you all call "reality" and places that your mind probably hasn't ever even conceived of. Did you see that movie Dr. Strange? With the guy who plays Sherlock on Sherlock? The good version, not the American version. Yeah, well, it's kinda like that one scene in the movie where bald Tilda Swinton sends him on an acid trip through the multiverse, only in my case, it's a hell of a lot more... sexual. And weird.

Basically, all of this shit happened because I wandered into this thing that some people call a uhh... shit, I think... lemme Google it....

A LIMINAL SPACE!

So yeah, some people call these thresholds I was talking about "liminal spaces".

I call them Wawa -- or at least, the one I found was a Wawa.

If you don't know, Wawa is a convenience store chain that serves as the lifeblood of every citizen of New Jersey. We basically survive because of it. I mean, even with all the shit that happened to me because of this particular Wawa, I'm still kinda impressed with them. Hell, I worked at one for two and a half years in high school. They're open 24/7 every day of the year, even on holidays!

This is probably reading like some sort of advertisement for them but I can guarantee that in a few pages, they won't want anything to do with this at all.

But god damn, their turkey bowls are so fucking delicious. And their coffee? I'd kill for another coffee right now, but I have to wait for -- no, I'm getting ahead of myself. Sorry.

Alright so here's what happened.

I was out in the Pine Barrens one night, coming back from a video shoot I'd just finished up with for this non-profit group based in central Jersey. The whole thing was stupid and I didn't really care about whatever good deed they were trying to promote, but it paid well and I needed the money.

Anyway, it's pitch black outside and I'm in my old, beat-up, worn-down Jetta, just barely able to see the road in front of me. It's one of those roads where when you're driving on it, you kinda feel on edge the whole time? Like there's something that's gonna jump out from behind a tree and scare the shit out of you for no reason. So I'm sitting there, going about 45mph on this winding road when all of a sudden, my car starts making this awful grinding noise like in every bad horror movie ever made. Immediately, I start freaking out and pump the gas peddle, thinking 'Hey, more power to the engine will definitely fix things right up!'

Only the sound gets _way_worse and I can start to feel the wheel shuddering in my hands like the world's worst designed vibrator. So I'm frantic at this point, really not wanting to have to pull over in the middle of the Barrens to try and fix my car before I get murdered by axe-wielding cannibals. Or Shia LaBeouf.

And then, amazingly, out from the pitch dark of the woods I see the glorious yellow glow of the only logo that ever seemed to bring me true happiness: Wawa.

Except as my shuddering, clanking car rolls down the worn road towards the store, I can't help but feel confused at it's existence. I'd been driving back the exact same way I'd come earlier but I knew I hadn't seen any Wawa's in this area for miles (which is unusual for NJ). Maybe I'd taken a wrong turn? Maybe it'd been closed earlier (not that any Wawa ever closes) or I had just missed it altogether? Guess it didn't really matter either way.

I pull my car up to the store and park directly in front of the main entrance. It's an older store, much smaller than a lot of the newer ones and it's in dire need of some updating. There wasn't even a gas pump! It was literally just the store itself in the middle of the woods.

Now, as any good New Jerseyan can tell you, if something's wrong with you car, you're obligated to get out, pop the hood, and stare at your engine for a full two minutes before either calling someone who actually knows something about cars, or asking around the immediate area for help. My dad used to be a mechanic but, unfortunately, those skills hadn't ever been imparted to me before I got my own car. So, as any good 25-year old male of reasonable body (overweight) and sound mind (extremely moderate intelligence) was wont to do, I got out and popped the hood, then proceeded to stare at the engine until anyone watching would've been convinced that the problem was too great for me to handle alone.

Knowing this, I immediately shut the hood, lock the car, and make my way into the Wawa, hoping to find a magical mechanic who has his tools with him for no reason in the middle of the Pine Barrens at 11pm.

Instead, what I'm met with is an empty store.

If you've ever stepped into an old office or a warehouse -- maybe something that's about to be torn down or has been abandoned for a few years -- you know what it feels like. It's just... empty and open. There's no life there at all, but you can still kinda feel that at one time, there was. Like an echo or something.

"Hello?"

Even my own voice feels like it doesn't belong, like it's completely out of place and was disturbing the ethereal stillness of the store.

Almost immediately, a shiver runs down my spine and my heart starts beating out of my chest. There's something seriously wrong with a fully stocked and powered store in the middle of the woods with no one working inside of it. Except, of course, there was someone working.

"Car trouble?"

I kid you not, I nearly shit my pants. Like, I've never actually shit my pants before but that voice coming from behind me was the closest I've ever come to literally letting loose.

I spin around and nearly scream before the semi-rational part of my brain realizes that it's a Wawa employee. The nametag on his shirt read "Dev - General Manager", which was the first thing my bulging eyes manage to latch onto. And then I let them roam over the rest of the man as my heart finally starts to slow down.

So, I'm not gonna lie, I've been gay since I was in high school and dudes don't normally do anything for me until I get to know them at least a little bit. But this guy... this guy was so far beyond the normal caliber of men I'd ever laid my eyes on. For the record, southern NJ doesn't really offer much in the holy-shit-this-guy-is-impossibly-hot-please-let-me-fuck-you category of available gay men, but I guess I just happened to hit the jackpot that night.

He can't be more than 35 years old. 6'2'', 250lbs of pure muscle, medium length dark brown hair with a splash of grey, and a thick beard that put mine to shame. His face is broad and tan and perfectly masculine, and his golden eyes almost seem to glow in the dim light of the store as he stands there, looking down at me with a slight smirk, his hairy arms crossed over his bulging chest.

Somehow, I manage to stammer out a coherent response, "Y-yeah. It was making a weird noise, so I pulled in here to check it out." I swallow hard and shift on my feet uneasily, "You uh... you know anything about cars?"

He gives me a sly wink which I'm positive causes me to blush harder than I ever have before. Like, my cheeks feel like they're actually burning. It's so fucking gay.

"Sure. Want me to look around and see what's wrong?"

I nod, "Yeah, that'd uh... that'd be great. Sorry to bother you."

He waves a hand as he backs out of the entrance and I follow him, hitting the unlock button on my key fob and then opening the driver door and popping the hood latch.

"Ain't no trouble, kid. Not like there's any other customers around," he says with a strange confidence, like this is completely normal for him, which seems odd considering he's the manager of a convenience store and all.

I nod and then frown as he props the hood up and pulls out a flashlight, shining the bright beam around the inside of the engine and leaning over the opened hood. I tap my foot on the ground, feeling useless and awkward as I stand there waiting for him to finish.

"You mind if I use the bathroom?" I ask him.

"Mm. It's in the back, through the employee entrance." He points back to the entrance and I follow his gesture, peering through the slightly frosted glass at the door in the back of the store. But as I turn back to face the manager, right as my eyes lock onto him, the dim glow from the storefront lights flicker and go out.

For a less than a split second, the manager isn't there anymore. Some massive horned, furred beast is standing over my car, yellow eyes glowing brightly against the darkness as they lock onto mine.

But then as soon as it appears it's gone before I even realize what I saw, the flickering lights suddenly solid and steady once more. Blinking a few times, I reach up and rub my eyes as I look back over at Dev. His gaze is unperturbed, almost bored as he looks over at me, still pointing to the back.

"S-sorry. I uh... bathroom," I manage to say as I step backwards towards the entrance, still looking at Dev with wide eyes. He shrugs and turns back to the engine and I shake my head, unable to get rid of the shiver now continually running down my spine. I yank open the door and step inside.

As it closes behind me, I find myself now well and truly alone in the store. I didn't really have to go to the bathroom, although now that I'm thinking about it, I still have a long drive ahead of me and this is probably the only chance I'll have to piss for the next hour or so, unless I want to stop along the side of the road.

With a sigh, I head back past the hoagie counter (goddamn, I could really go for one of those) and push open the swinging door, walking into the dimly lit employee area. It's really just a small, grimy hallway with stacks of empty, plastic orange milk crates and a random assortment of other items. An old desk sits in the corner with an ancient computer humming softly. A few TV monitors feed ridiculously low-quality camera videos out, each one seemingly frozen since nothing else was moving in the store. I look around and finally spot the bathroom door and immediately head inside.

After a quick twenty second piss, I stuff my dick back into my underwear and zip up my pants. I reach for the sink and turn the nozzle for water, but all that comes out is a loud gurgling noise, like the pipes are blocked or something. I give an exasperated sigh before I turn the nozzle back and open the door, heading back into the main part of the store.

With a quick glance, I can see Dev still working over my engine through the big front windows of the store.

Now, here's where the fuck-up begins.

I know I don't have any money on me, save for the check I'd received from doing the filming earlier in the day. The problem is that Wawa doesn't take checks normally, and I was... really, really hungry. So with one last glance at Dev, I make my way to the snack aisle and grab a small bag of chips, stuffing them into the inside pocket of the my light jacket.

Two things: First: fuck you, I was hungry and it's a bag of chips. We've all stolen something small at one time or another so get off my ass unless you wanna eat it. And second, don't ever steal something from a place you think might be a liminal space. Unless of course, you want what happened to me to happen to you, which, again, if you're reading this, maybe you do.

Anyway, I've got the bag of chips in my hand and I glance back out the window to make sure Dev didn't see me stuff them into my jacket. He's still looking down at the engine so I figure I might as well double down and get something to drink too. As casually as I can, I walk towards the coffee station near the back of the store and grab a cup, making my way to the line of dispensers on the wall. There's all the usual flavors like mocha, vanilla bean, decaf, original blend... but I'm feeling like I want something different instead.

At the very end of the line is a button with a piece of tape just above it on which is scribbled in sharpie: Pine Barren Blend.

I arch an eyebrow at the name before I stick my cup underneath the dispenser and press the button, letting the hot and steaming rush of pitch black liquid pour into the empty cup. As it fills to the top, I let go of the button and bring the cup up to sniff the concoction, and it almost looks like some sort of oil as it sloshes around. I wrinkle my nose at the odd smell, like some strange combination of pine cones, coffee, and an almost musky tinge. Lifting it to my mouth, I take a small sip.

But even just that tiny amount is enough to make my eyes water. The pure, scalding heat of the liquid instantly burns my tongue and I can't do anything but swallow it down quickly, feeling the burning flow down the rest of my throat and into my stomach. I cough and heave a breath of cooling air as I dump the rest of the cup down the drain of the dispenser, quickly wiping my mouth and throwing the cup into the trash as I breath with my tongue hanging out, trying desperately to get the heat to dissipate.

Look, it's not like I steal stuff all the time or anything. It was late and I was hungry and thirsty. But I guess that's still not really an excuse for what I did, although... hey, I also guess that I'm not really complaining about what happened next either way.

So I'm standing there in the middle of the store, still hacking and coughing because of just how freakishly hot the coffee is. Seriously, it's unlike anything I've ever drank before, and I can actually feel it in my stomach, like my whole body is reacting to it's warmth.

Anyway, I manage to stop coughing and slowly make my way to the front of the store, checking on Dev. It looks like he's finishing up as I see him moving quickly over the engine and putting covers back on their appropriate places. With a sigh, I push the main door open and walk outside, the air suddenly feeling much more humid and warm than I remember from before. Dev turns to to me with a grin, his stark, white teeth glinting in the moonlight against the darkness of his bushy beard.

"Should be fine now, kid." His voice was like gravel to my ears.

I reach up scratch the back of my head as I ask him, "So uh, what... exactly was wrong with it?"

"Oh, a few different things. Nothing I couldn't fix with a bit of elbow grease and a little know-how. I wouldn't worry about it too much," he says with a wink as he steps over to where I'm standing and claps a hand on my back, rubbing gently, which made my entire body flush with more heat all of a sudden.

"O-oh. Well, thanks a lot, Dev. I ah... guess I owe you one." I manage to get out before I turn to him and nod with more thanks.

"Mmm. Bet your ass you do, kid."

It's kinda hard to describe how that sounded. On one hand, yeah, it's kinda overtly sexual and dominating. Which like, that's totally how Dev is, unless he's had a bad day or something. But on the other hand, there was this sort of... weird obligation to his voice. Like he knew what I'd done in the store.

Which he obviously did. I was just too stupid to realize it back then.

But surprisingly -- and unlike how I'm guessing many of you are currently thinking this is going to play out -- we didn't end up making out right there in front of the Wawa or anything. There were no overt gropes or humping against each other that led into some ridiculous sex right there on the curb. No, all I got from him was a slap on the ass and a sultry wink before he cocked his head towards the entrance.

"I gotta get back to it, kid. If you find yourself in trouble around here again, just honk and I'll come running."

All I can focus on was the heat in my body growing more and more intense as I stand there stuttering, "Y-yeah, for sure, Dev. Didn't even know this place was back here."

"Tch. Most people don't and, most of the time, I like to keep it that way."

Odd right? You'll get it in a minute.

With one last flash of his brilliant, too perfect smile, he backs away from me and turns to head inside to do... whatever it is a manager of a surprisingly podunk Wawa in the middle of the Pine Barrens does when he has no customers. I watch his broad, muscular form walk back inside and then disappear from view. My own body is positively tingling at this point and I can't help but shake my head at how strange this night had become.

I reach up and scratch a particularly prominent itch that had sprung up behind my left ear as I fished the keys out of my pocket, unlocking the driver-side door and easing myself down onto the seat. The itch doesn't seem to be going away and I dig my fingernails a bit harder behind my ear as I insert the key into the ignition and turn, hearing the engine roar to life like it's brand new. I sit there for a few seconds before flick my eyes to the Wawa, smiling as I throw the car in reverse and start to back out of my parking spot.

Thirty seconds later and I'm turning back onto the dirt road, leaving the golden warmth of the convenience store parking lot behind me as I plunge into the darkness of the Barrens.

...except about thirty seconds after that, my engine shuts off completely, with no warning whatsoever.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me...."

I groan and shift in my seat, still absentmindedly scratching behind my ear with my fingers. I'm really digging my nails into the skin back there, and it's actually starting to feel pretty good now, almost like a mosquito bite that's just begging to be scratched.

Looking over the dashboard readout, there's nothing indicating what might be wrong--not that I would've known what to do anyway. I turn back in my seat and I can still see the golden glow of the Wawa, only a few hundred feet or so behind me.

That's when two things happened simultaneously.

One: all the lights that were on in the car suddenly went out, leaving me in complete darkness.

Two: the itch behind my ear got really, really bad right before I started to feel super dizzy.

That last one might not sound that weird, but what happened after definitely was.

See, without me knowing it, my entire body had started to change since I'd taken that one sip of coffee. At first it was just the little things, like the fact that my normally hairless chest was suddenly getting more and more covered with thick, black hairs--again, not that I knew that at the time. There were a few other things like my beard thickening up slowly and my canines sharpening that I hadn't realized were even changing. But the one thing I did realize was my ear. The one I'd been scratching for so long?

Yeah. It didn't feel like normal after the lights went out. Actually, it felt... furry. And long. Almost tube-like under my fingers, which nearly stopped my heart right then and there.

So I'm sitting there in my broken car in the middle of the woods during the dead of the night and my ear starts flicking around on it's own. Like, actually twitching and moving like a deer's or something. Normally I would've freaked the fuck out at that point but then all of a sudden, my entire body felt like it was on fire.

I groan out loud and open the door, forcing myself out of the car and onto the ground as I clench my hands into fists at the sensations coursing through my body. It was like... this immense heat that I can't even really describe quite right. It felt like my limbs were growing and lengthening, which, yeah, they were. Basically, that's when I started changing in earnest.

I'm on the ground now and I can feel my toes aching to be let out of my shoes, only I can't seem to get them off anymore. It's like they're too big and suddenly there's this _massive_pressure and then they literally explode off of my feet! I look down and somehow I can see pretty clearly what's happening. My toes... are merging together into hooves. Like, big, black hooves from a bull or something. The bones and skin all sort of shrink together and then harden into one solid black piece of keratin, and the changes continued up my legs. The muscles of my calves and legs thicken up as my bones continued to shift, my legs bending backwards (which nearly made me throw up even though I wasn't in any pain. Just looked so wrong) into a more unguligrade stance.

And yeah, my pants and underwear? They pretty much got ripped apart because of just how massive I was becoming. For the first time ever in my life, I felt like I was hulking out or something, which is pretty awesome.

Anyway. So I'm looking down at my half naked self at this point. There's a rush of warmth and tiny pin pricks like goosebumps as thick, black fur starts to sprout from my pale white skin, completely covering my legs and then running further up my thighs, which are thickening and growing larger too.

Now at this point, any normal person would've been absolutely losing their shit. But it's weird... to me, it feels great. Like, really great. Like a full-body orgasm great and I'm actually getting hard because of it. Good thing too, because my dick is the next thing that decides to change.

So I'm laying on the tattered remains of my jeans and underwear in the middle of this dirt road, basically humping the air at this point because my crotch is on fire with pleasure. There's no shame right now, and I don't give a damn if anyone sees me because holy hell I've never felt so good before. I bring a hand down to rub my leaking shaft and I notice that my nails have turned into legitimate claws. Big ones. Deadly looking ones.

Whatever. I just need to jerk off so bad right now. I wrap my fingers around my shaft which is all hot and wet and pulsing with need. My eyesight is getting better and better with each pump of blood that my heart pushes through me, and it's like it's not even night anymore. I can see as clear as day -- even better, actually! My dick is this deep, dark red and it's growing bigger and bigger with each stroke, the skin around the base slowly molding itself into a thick, furry sheath as I pump myself faster and harder. Then the fur rushes up past my crotch and continues over my abs which plumped up nice and firm into an impossible eight pack, with my pectorals following suit as they fill out and thicken with muscle.

I must be about 150 lbs heavier than I'd been before because my entire body just feels... bigger and_stronger_ in ways I never thought were even possible. I can even feel my spine stretching out and lengthening on both ends, and as I thrust into my eager, clawed hand, I feel a twinge just above my newly furred and thick ass, like something's growing more and more above my crack. I gnash my flattening teeth together and rub a finger over my still changing dick, the mushroom head tip slowly flattening and widening as it turns into something more cervine. All the while, my balls have pretty much tripled in size and are now swinging heavily in my furry sack, churning with my monstrous seed.

I'm huffing out loudly now with each thrust of my hips, and I can feel the pulsing of my spine near my ass more and more until... yeah, I grew a tail. A fucking demon tail, with a spaded tip and all. It whips up to one of my thighs and coils itself around the massive slab of furry muscle there, clenching in time with my thrusts all on it's own.

Sidenote: if you ever get a tail, they're a lot of fun during sexy times.

So I'm pretty much lost in pleasure at this point and my body is still filling out proportionally. I can actually feel my lungs getting bigger with each breath, and my heart is pumping more and more blood as I'm moaning out into the night. My hand is rapidly flying up and down my now foot-long length, precum practically splashing over my furry abdomen and matting the thick pelt. I can feel my orgasm coming on fast and I grit my teeth tightly as I quicken my pace.

At the same time, my head starts to feel like it's under this intense pressure, especially around my nose and forehead. A few seconds later, a pair of thick, horns start to push out from my skull and grow rapidly upwards, splintering into antlers with several points on each. And then, my face decides that it wants to join the fun and I go a bit cross eyed as my nose pushes outward, turning black and wet and wide as it pulls the rest of my face out along with it. My muzzle thickens and is instantly covered with black fur along with the rest of my head and neck, which I can feel is now covered with powerful muscles to support the weight of my antlers.

My hand is practically a blur as I beat my larger, wider meat for all it's worth. Suddenly, there's two more twinges on my shoulder blades and I can feel something digging into my upper back for a few seconds. It feels like my muscles are bunching up and then suddenly, they expand and release and there's a big fwump sound behind me. I'm not sure what exactly just grew out of me but...

... I don't really care at this point because oh my fucking god... I'm about to explode with pleasure. Seriously, I don't have the words to adequately describe just how insanely powerful and incredible the feelings I'm feeling are. My newly transformed cock is like a lightning rod of pleasure and I take my other hand and place it above the one already at it's base, wrapping my fingers around my shaft tightly and going to town on myself.

That's when I lost it.

White, hot pleasure lances through my brand new body and I scream out into the night as I come hard, shooting jets of thick, yellowish demonic spunk all over my body. My balls are working overtime as I pump more and more cum out of myself, each blast landing on my thick, broad, furry chest. A few shots even make their way down my muzzle, and I moan as I taste myself with my new, thicker tongue. It's like the best drug I've ever had and I just want more and more. It lasts for what feels like minutes and I'm writhing on the dusty road, trying to squeeze every last drop of my seed out of my shaft.

I'm breathing hard from the exertion, and almost absentmindedly, reach down with one hand and scoop up my seed, bringing the cum-covered claws to my muzzle and lapping my tongue over each one, cleaning them all off and savoring the warm, sinful taste my balls were continuing to produce.

After a few minutes of recovery, I try and stand up shakily on my hooves, using my car to balance myself and feeling my claws actually dig into the hard metal, bending it without even trying. I look down at my body, surprised at just how tall I am now; before I hadn't been no more than 5'6'', but now I have to be well over 7'2''.

There's a slight twitch behind me and I turn my head and gasp. Two massive, leathery wings have sprouted from my shoulders and were flush up against my back. Almost without thinking, I watch as I flared them out to their full span or ten feet or so, feeling the gentle breeze of the Barrens catch and flow over them. It was incredible. Beyond incredible.

Suddenly, the lights of the Wawa blast back on and I wince slightly as my eyes adjust to the glow. Curious, I let go of my car and step forward slowly, heading towards the light. Only... I realize now that there's a figure moving towards me. My eyes easily follow the hulking form as it walks across the parking lot and heads closer and closer to where I am in the middle of the road.

Of course... it's Dev. Only... not quite. He's like me now, all muscled and furry and utterly demonic looking, tail flicking around behind his completely nude form as his hooves dig into the soft sand of the road. He saunters up to me and grins, yellow eyes bearing down on mine from his full, eight foot height. He reaches down to rub his slowly thickening sheath, the red tip of his dick just starting to poke out.

"Car trouble?" he asks lightly, as if this is just like any other night for him, sliding his fingers in and out of his sheath.

I snort (actually snort, like an animal) and can't help but flick my tail indignantly at the question before I take a breath and answer him

"I... yeah. Something like that." I look up at him for a few seconds before I sigh and ask, "So uh. What the fuck's going on?"

He chuckles and shakes his head, "You stole from my store, you little asshole. What did you think was gonna happen? You can't steal from the devil and get away with it, especially not after I fixed your car for free!"

"Does it looked fixed to you?!" I ask him, turning to point back at my poor Jetta.

He follows my gesture and tilts his head, ears flopping slightly at the movement.

"Eh... I never said it was permanent. But c'mon. You can fly now! Who needs a fuckin' car when you've got the sky?"

His voice is much more playful than I think is warranted after, you know, curing me of my humanity or whatever. But I guess... I did kinda deserve it.

It's not all that bad, actually, which is what I meant when I said I didn't mind being what I am now at the beginning of this post. Sure, I have to help out around the store every night. But Dev's a really good guy, and he makes sure that we both take care of our literally endless lust for each other during each shift. Let me just say that there's a lot of breaks involved with working at this particular Wawa. Doesn't really matter because we don't get too many customers.

But for the ones who _do_manage to find our store at the right moment in time, Dev and I always make sure to keep the Pine Barren Blend fully stocked and ready for them.

We're always on the lookout for more employees. The benefits are fantastic, by the way. Sure, you give up a few things, but... being a Jersey Devil?

Well, there's nothing quite like it.

See you fuckers next time.