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"You having fun, bud?"

Desmond tipped back his beer, then kissed Rufus on the cheek. His wet jowly lips left a mark on the kangaroo's cheek. "A lil' bit, sugar," he cooed. "Bou'chu?"

The tall kangaroo squeezed Desmond on the ass until he yipped. "You know, I thought we were just friends, but you seem to wanna parade me around like I'm some trophy. Makes me feel a bit like a slab of meat. I might have to beat you up, prove I'm not a homo."

Desmond was blushing with ears splayed down, an appearance of complete deference, but he sneered. "Ya' gonna slap me 'round? Front'uh all these peoples?" He clicked his tongue, shook his head. His braid of hair swung like a pendulum. "Ya' oughta jus' fuck me an' get it over with. Ain't nobody thinkin' the ol' kangaroo spend'n all his time with the prettyboy foxy's anything but a dicklicker, if y'want the truth."

Rufus smacked Desmond's insolent ass and smiled at the fox's soft cry. "Hush. I oughta make you pay your bar tab for once."

The fox smiled. "Wha'was that, sugar? Didn't catch it. Wasn't payin' attention, y'see, I was thinking about what a dayum good lover ya are..."

"Su-u-ure you were," the tall, red kangaroo replied. "Gimme a second. I need to take a leak."

"Ooh, fuck'n in the shitter stall," Desmond gushed. He followed giddily after the kangaroo. "Romantic!"

The kangaroo was in the middle of shushing the amorous fox away from the restroom when a commotion from inside stopped them in their tracks. The pair stood in the doorway, both clutching their beers by the necks.

"You call that snow? You call that fucking snow?" The voice was female, brutally shrill but commanding. "You lying fuck, you got a death wish!"

Rufus tried to backpedal. Desmond, ever seeking adventure, slunk into the bathroom and Rufus followed him uneasily, trying to wrangle him. "Desmond!" he hissed.

"Look, lady," a second voice in the bathroom cried, "I just sell the shit, I ain't the one who cuts it!"

The intensely hostile voice of the woman rang out loud enough that Rufus and Desmond both splayed back their ears. "There's nothing here to fucking cut, you bucket of shit!" The stall walls shuddered, joined by the hapless cries of the drug dealer. And then there was a wet splash, followed by a flush and frantic gurgling. The stall door flew open and crashed against its neighbor so savagely that the wood splintered.

A tall vixen with hellish eyes and compact muscles stomped out of the stall. She turned and spat on the dealer who lay near the commode, sputtering toilet water from his mouth. "Tell your boss if he tries to push that shit again, I'm gonna cut his-." Her eyes drifted to Desmond and Rufus - the only other occupants in the restroom. Their surprised, wide eyes narrowed down to slits. "You two." She pointed. "The fuck are you assholes looking at?"

"Uh, came in here to use the facilities," Rufus said as inoffensively as he could.

"Did we? Thought we was in here so's we could fuck," Desmond said, smiling. When the vixen didn't smile, he lost his own. "Hey... lady, whatever's goin' on is your business. Ain't none'a mine."

She walked near the pair, looking fixedly at Desmond. He pressed into Rufus as if for protection. "The fuck is that accent, you little fag?"

"Wh-, muh accent?" Desmond tittered. "Aw, honey, hell! Just a lil' southern swish, s'all there is to it."

"Uh huh." She looked at Rufus, who was almost tall enough to stand eye level with her. His expression was very familiar to her; a combination of sexual desire and worry. "S'your deal, numbnuts? You this fag's handler or something?"

"We're friends. Sometimes I stick it in him," Rufus said, and smiled jauntily, "to shut him up, you understand." That got her to grin and snicker. "Have I seen you somewhere before? You have a celebrity-looking face."

"I know who she is," Desmond said cryptically.

"That so, redneck?" she asked in a growl. "And who the fuck am I?"

"Well, uh," he raised his beer to sip it, but she took it from him and drained it in one gulp. He frowned. "You're that Kahnso lady. The singer. Ain'tcha?"

"Yeah," she replied. Then she tossed the bottle over her shoulder, and it shattered near the foot of the dealer who was doing a convincing job of playing dead until that moment. "Kangaroo dude, you're looking at my titties. Buy me a few beers and maybe you can touch them." When her eyes fell on Desmond again, the foxcoon looked away. She grabbed his chin and forced him into eye contact. "You look like the kinda guy who bursts into flames if he touches pussy. I'll let you lick the sweat off my asshole, how's that? Work for a little queer like you?"

"About the pussy thing," Rufus started to say.

"Shut up. Don't try to defend him." Kahnso pushed Desmond away and started out the door. "Foxes are ass sluts," she said, seemingly without self-awareness. "Come on! Beer ain't gonna buy itself!"

Desmond whispered to Rufus, "Chick's loaded as all hell, ya' ain't gonna really buy her drinks, are you?"

Rufus smiled slyly. "For tits like that, I'll buy her a keg." He stepped past Desmond and the felled drug dealer. He said, "I gotta tap a kidney. Hold on."

They caught up with her at a table in the corner of the messy dive. Two rounds of beers waited on the table's cratered and scarred surface, and she was in the process of chugging one down. "Kangaroo! Fagboy! Sit already, help me with these brews."

The moment Rufus sat down, Kahnso's toes prodded his crotch. There being no table cloths, her actions were completely open to the rest of the bar, but nobody seemed to care. "I never had a kangaroo before," she said. "What's your name?"

"It's Rufus," he answered.

"My name's-," Desmond started to say, but Kahnso waved him off.

"Don't care," she growled. "You're not getting any pussy so it doesn't matter what your name is."

Desmond sneered. He took the abuse like a seasoned little brother. "Just don'tcha go givin' my Rufus here any of those fancy sexually-transmitted infections, yeah?"

She reached across the table and flicked his nose. "I'll save my chlamydia for you, you rotten cocksucker." To Rufus, "How do you put up with this fuck? Keep your dick in his mouth at all times?"

Rufus glanced at Desmond and smiled. He grabbed a beer and twisted off the cap. "He's just jealous that I'm getting the attention instead of him." He patted Desmond's shoulder chummily and winked. "Ain't that right?"

"Tread lightly, kangaroo," Desmond said quietly, "or I'mma twist them upside-down nuts ah'yers into a fuckin' pretzel."

Kahnso laughed. "Upside-down? No shit! So you got that legit kangaroo crotch going on?"

"Hey, hey, I prefer that a woman sleep with me on the merits of my charm and looks," the kangaroo said, "and not the novelty of my genitals."

"Pretty funny," the foxcoon chimed in, "seein's how when we met, ya' asked me if I ever sat on a prehensile pecker a'fore."

"Your accent makes you sound like you have balls in your mouth, faggot," Kahnso said, grinning. "You gonna sound like that when my asshole's on your tongue?"

"Depends on how it-." Desmond was silenced by Rufus' fingers around his snout. He didn't fight the kangaroo, but his eyes stayed locked with the vixen's red glare.

"Good," Kahnso snorted. "Shut 'em up before I knock his teeth out of his fucking face." But she was grinning, her tail lashing at the open air. Her nipples poked through her ratty t-shirt. Whatever this altercation was, it excited the vixen. "Rufus."

He sat down his empty beer, considered another one, decided not to have it. "Mhm?"

Kahnso nudged her toes into his crotch again. She watched his expression change, a little sexual delight cresting on his long muzzle. "You want to go fuck? Get your dick wet or what?"

It seemed to Rufus like a perfectly reasonable suggestion. He shrugged. "Who am I but a guy out to get laid? C'mon, Desmond."

"Desmond? That's an even faggotier name than I was expecting," Kahnso gruffly said. She chugged down the second half of her beer, then opened a second and killed it in a few gulps. When she stood up and sauntered off, her gait had a too-smooth swagger. Despite her great size, she was buzzed. Desmond and especially Rufus followed her swaying hips under the ragged frame where a door had once been, into the back room of the dive where the sounds of clacking pool balls echoed.

Kahnso's mere presence earned her enough male attention that Rufus started to question his chances. His concerns were allayed when the vixen shrugged off the crooked bikers and drunks: "Not interested in you limp-dick fuckers." She looked back to make sure Rufus and his dragalong were there, and grinned when she saw that they were. "Rufus, y'ever fuck on a pool table?"

"Once or-." Rufus didn't get to finish. She tossed him onto a table in the middle of a game. He winced from the six-ball his shoulder landed on, and he shoved it away with a hurried swipe. "Uhn. Easy, woman."

"I sure am," Kahnso snickered. At the irate players, she wielded a pool cue like a bat and asked savagely, "Who wants this jammed up their goddamn ass? I'll do one of you fucks on each end. Serve four at a time if you want me to snap this fucking thing over my knee."

Slowly, some with raised palms like crooks in the sights of the cops, the players backed off and wisely abandoned their game - but they continued to watch the vixen with unveiled interest. It was hard not to be interested in a vixen standing seven feet tall with long blonde hair, defined muscles, and the kind of batshit craziness it took to threaten a pool hall full of men with an impromptu rectal exam courtesy of a pool cue.

"S'what I figured. You shits ain't as stupid as you look." She tossed the cue down on the ground. It made a horrible clatter on the unfinished concrete. "Desmond here'll suck your cocks if you ask him," she said, hooking a thumb over her shoulder. Desmond started to bitch; he stopped when Kahnso pulled her shirt up. Her tits bounced free, only handfuls, but pert and round. Two rows of nipples ran down her belly, six in total, all stiff and just waiting to be tweaked. She looked only at Rufus. "Get naked, dumbass."

Rufus wasn't shy, not with Kahnso to gain and with her craziness to back up anything he did. He sat up on the baize of the table and pulled off his shirt, not bothering with its buttons in these trying times. His jeans were something he got assistance with; Kahnso yanked them off after he opened his fly. She pulled off his boxers and stared at his strange kangaroo crotch, having never seen anything like it before.

"Weird dick," she said, and some of the spectators chuckled. "The fuck you retards laughing at? You want to come suck him off?" There were no takers. All of the drunks and bikers uncomfortably studied their shoes until Kahnso looked away again.

"Ain't so weird, miss Kahnso," Desmond crooned, sidling up to her. She looked down at him as though he were filth. "Y'mind if I demonstrate for ya?"

"Ya' mind if'n I send yer pig-fuckin' ass back to the farm in Arkansas, sugah?" Kahnso asked, cruelly mocking his drawl.

"Ain't no pig-fucker," Desmond said indignantly. "I fucked horsies."

"Mare pussy's good pussy," Rufus said.

Kahnso grunted. "All right, suck his dick, then. Faggot."

Desmond obliged with a smile, though the small crowd uttered their disgust. Kahnso silenced them with her glare.

Desmond first grappled with Rufus' prehensile cock, which tapered to a point and squirmed in his grasp like a serpent. Precum drizzled from the point at which it ended. "Ya' gotta be a lil' careful with it," Desmond said. "'Roo peckers ain't fer the inexperienced dicklicker." Kahnso watched closely while Desmond went down on the kangaroo. A moan passed Rufus' lips, a smile spreading across his snout. Desmond took Rufus down to the balls - which on his marsupial body were stationed above his penis, not beneath it. Desmond's nose pressed into their musky bulk and he inhaled as well as suckled, savoring his friend in two ways.

Kahnso slipped down her jeans and panties, but still watched Desmond closely. She ignored the wolf call issued from somewhere in the small crowd. "Not sure about this kangaroo dick," she said quietly. "You make it look good, though."

"Nothing from the complaint department yet," Rufus sighed. He folded his arms behind his head and let his massively thick and muscular tail twitch over the edge of the table. "Maybe you wanna take a taste for yourself?"

"Nah," Kahnso said. She pulled Desmond back by the collar of his shirt and ignored his feeble bitching. "Just gonna ride you. Got a problem with that?"

Rufus propped himself up on his elbows and stared the vixen down. He caught sight of what lie between her thighs and grinned. "With a cooter like that? Nah."

She laughed, taken off-guard. "Cooter, huh? Never heard that one." She shook off the girlishness of her laughter with a growl, and it continued as she climbed onto the pool table and straddled Rufus. Her slippery vulva laid his shaft down on his balls and seemed to kiss its belly. "You ever have cunt like this before, baby?"

Rufus slid his hands through her cascading hair. "Oh yes," he slyly affirmed. "Just ask Desmond."

"Th'fuck does the cocksucker have do with it?" She craned around to look at Desmond, who stood behind her, now bottomless. She ignored his shit-eating grin and focused on the familiar equipment stashed between his thighs. "One of those pussyboys, huh?" she said. "Trying to outdo me?"

"No ma'am," Desmond cooed. His accent rendered the word in two syllables: may'um. "I'm just a sweet lil' boxboy tryna to get by in a cruel world."

Kahnso put her eyes back on Rufus. She canted forward and smooched the kangaroo on the lips, and he kissed back eagerly. Their tongues tangled momentarily, and the smooch left Rufus huffing. "Desmond," she said after the kiss, "lick my asshole, freak."

Well aware of how annoyed the small crowd was at him being selected for this honor, Desmond gladly put his paws on the vixen's fine ass. Her behind was plump and hot, a very feminine ass despite her muscle tone. He pulled apart the cheeks and hungrily crammed his snout between them. As the pad of his nose hit her tightly puckered anus, he sucked a snort off of it and shuddered from the result. A musk bomb went off in his sinuses, rendering his pussy wet and his stance pigeon-toed.

The vixen snickered. "I said lick, not huff! Fucking weirdo, you get off on smelling ass or something?"

"Should've seen him at the farm," Rufus said with a sneer.

"Nasty!" Kahnso appeared aghast, but she was blushing. "Seriously?"

Desmond's tongue slopped up through the vixen's ass crack. He dove in after his first slobbery slurp and attacked her asshole with kisses and licks, causing the pucker to wrinkle and wink.

"Maybe," Rufus said. "Ma-a-aybe."

"Whatever." She nipped his chin and growled. "He eats good ass. He ever do you?"

"Not really my thing." The kangaroo shrugged. "Do you want to fuck or just get your ass licked?"

Kahnso booted Desmond firmly enough that he staggered and developed a bruise on his chest. Unencumbered by the foxcoon's hungry mouth, she grabbed Rufus by his strange cock and nestled its writhing tip to the split of her cuntlips. "Gonna ride you," she said in a quiet huff. "Mmh, how does this thing-?" She squirmed on it, slowly settling down upon it. She questioned that something so malleable was rigid enough for penetration, but her concerns melted away when his warm, pink penis spread her open. She went for the straight shot, pressing into him in only one go. Her black cunt parted wide around the thick base of the kangaroo's tapering penis.

"Feels a little weird," she said, though she was grinning. The big brush of her tail swished. "Like having a worm in my pussy." Rufus gave her a curious look and she said quickly, "I'm guessing, okay? Jesus."

"Y'get used to it, sugar," Desmond reassured her. He kept a safe distance from the vixen's legs, which were bent at the knee on the edge of the pool table. "An' by the way, miss Kahnso." The vixen glanced back at him and he smiled. "Yer butthole tastes gawddamn fine, lemme just say."

Kahnso snickered. "Flattering little shit. Might let you lick it again after I'm done with your boyfriend." She began to rock her hips. The plump flesh of her vulva rubbed lewdly into the kangaroo's inverted balls, but its black lips also kissed with the tender margins of his cock slit.

Rufus shivered and reached for her breasts. He had only just tweaked a pierced nipple when the vixen slammed his wrists down to the table's surface. "Hold still, shithead," she hissed. With a possessive growl rising and falling in her throat like a tide, she bounced on Rufus. Her small breasts heaved; her heart-shaped behind wobbled in Desmond's view, prompting the foxcoon to finger himself while a needful expression spread across his snout.

She leaned in and pecked a smooch on the kangaroo's lips. Rufus answered with an equally shallow kiss. With her muzzle still so near that their humid breaths were shared, he asked her, "You digging it, honey? Don't hear any complaining..."

"Mmm, you're good. It's ni-i-ice for a change." Her hips slammed down into his, causing him to wince. The pool table did not shake. "Y'know what sucks for you?" The vixen laughed. "Nobody's gonna believe you when you tell 'em you fucked with me."

Rufus curled and uncurled his toes. A long sigh escaped him. "I think I can live with that," he placidly said. "'Sides, Desmond is my witness."

Kahnso nipped the kangaroo on the neck. Her fangs, too big to be vampiric and too shiny to be real, pressed into his throat threateningly. Rufus shivered and grinned. "Mm, yeah," she murmured. "Assuming anybody'll believe a fag who talks like that."

"Go fuck yerself," Desmond tartly said. "'Least I ain't some cokehead."

The kangaroo's eyes opened wide and he watched Kahnso closely. It was his fear that Desmond was about to die, and somewhere alongside that, he was worried that the sex was going to stop without a proper conclusion. But Kahnso's hips never stopped moving. Her thick, black box still kissed into his cock slit over and over, and its inner pink teased and squeezed his unusual shaft.

"Uh-huh," she said. "Listen, scrawny, maybe you oughta try smoking something besides cock, might chill your bitchy ass out a little bit." She looked pointedly at Rufus, fixing the aged, handsome kangaroo with her red eyes. "Gonna bust a nut for me?" The vixen's movements were smooth but quick. Her muscle lent itself more to power than grace, but she was beautiful even as her hips rose and fell in this vulgar fashion. The wet sound of vaginal sex popped through the pool hall, not as sharp as the clack of billiard balls colliding, but just as distinct to the ears of the filthy men watching their live sex show.

"Mmhmm, assuming you'll let me," Rufus answered. His eyelids drifted down. His long ears twitched and his toes curled in random jerks, but always in symmetry with each other. "Gawd. Keep it up, honey." A shiver raced down his spine and caused him to grin. "You're good."

"Don't need your-," Kahnso huffed, growled, gyrated into Rufus. Her cunt clenched down on the kangaroo's meat, halting its prehensile squirm. "Don't need your fucking approval, 'roo."

Desmond, leaning on the jukebox with fingers knuckle-deep in his black box, cracked a wry smile. "Naw, but ya' sure need yer papa's approval, don'tcha?"

Rufus looked again at Kahnso's face for the worrying signs of imminent murder, but the vixen's countenance was unchanged. She idled at psychosis; her sinister grin now was not unusual. But she hissed to him, "Give me one good reason not to rip your friend's goddamn ears off, Rufus."

Rufus forced a smile. "Uh," he stammered, "because he's no good without his handlebars."

Luckily for Desmond, Kahnso laughed. She gave Rufus a smooch and started to bounce her thick hips on the kangaroo again, but now she was quick and rough. She made no attempt at all to be graceful. Her pulse was high and her cunt slick as a frozen pond. "You're funny," she said between breaths. "So I guess I won't murder your little fuckstain pal. Next time he mouths off, though, I'm gonna drag him behind my fucking car until there's nothing left. You best shut the fuck up, Desmond."

"Do what she-," Rufus groaned in sexual ecstasy. His fingers balled into fists. "Ah, gawd. Desmond, for god's sake, do what she says. Keep the attitude to yourself for once."

"Yeah, yeah," Desmond pouted. "S'pose I'll letcha get yer nuts busted a'fore I get myself killed." Though still maintaining his distance, Desmond eyed the vixen's winking anus closely. His big brush of a tail swished in agitation.

Kahnso looked at the small crowd, giving them just a glance. She saw sweaty, greasy dicks. Masturbation. Hungry stares. She was used to all of it, given how she inspired painfully strong desire in most every man she came across. Her live sex shows, a legendary thing spoken of in rumors, were another story entirely.

She straightened her back, undoing the almost feline arch it had curved into. Now she straddled Rufus poised upright, still gyrating upon him but now without her bent body to encumber her. Moving like this, she showed an eerily serpentine smoothness. The steel of her piercings glimmered in the poor lighting.

With his hands finally free, Rufus touched Kahnso again. His paws felt up her flanks, thumbs tweaking the nipples of her flat teats. He found himself thinking of how she would look if she ever had a baby in her; teats swollen like the belly of a sow, milk leaking from them at the slightest cry of a nearby pup. Thinking already of how Desmond had skirted death with his remarks, he chose to keep his MILF-loving ideations to himself.

"Mm, yeah. Touch me," Kahnso purred. "Touch those fucking tits."

Rufus slipped his fingers around the vixen's breasts and easily covered both. He played across her stiffened nipples using their piercings. A gentle twist on them both as if he were steering a ship caused the singer to shudder and growl. "You like that, honey?" Rufus asked in a quiet, but confident tone. "You dig that?"

Kahnso gripped the kangaroo's wrists, but not painfully. "Sure do. Otherwise your fingers would be fucking broken."

Her threats rolled off of Rufus. He relaxed against the table as best he could. "I'm gonna blow," he said with a sigh. "Rea-a-al soon, girl. You best decide if you want it inside of you. 'Course, a good cream filling gets my vote every single time."

The vixen sniggered. "Yeah? Mine too." Their eyes locked briefly. They smirked knowingly at each other. "Man, that dick feels weird," she murmured. "You'd be surprised how many dumbasses I fuck who think I want their cum in my eyes. Dumbass jackoffs, raised on porn usually."

"Not Rufus," Desmond crooned. "Rufus here's been dumpin' his nuts in women since a'fore I was born."

"So I'm fucking some old creep?" Kahnso shared another smirk with Rufus. "Suppose as far as, you know, geriatric dick goes-."

"Oh, shut up," Rufus cut in. He laughed, and Kahnso laughed with him. The sound was quiet, almost gentle as they both neared climax. Rufus found himself doubting if they had found some mutual respect. What seemed more likely was a dulling of her aggression as orgasm approached. He squeezed her breasts and said in a croon, "I'm there. I'm right there now."

Kahnso dropped over Rufus, landing hard on her elbows. The kangaroo looked at her just in time to see her closing in for a kiss. Their mouths locked as though she were trying to devour him and her enormous tongue slopped across his teeth and suppressed his own tongue.

Rufus groaned for her. There was no other sound he could make, not when her tongue seemed like it would snake its way down his throat, and definitely not with the sweet feeling of release right on top of him. All he could do was caress her, but even that came off wrong. His feet crossed each other and curled, and his paws violently groped down her body. Eventually he had a savage grip on her pelvis which ceased bouncing and only gyrated, as though she were performing upon him some terribly intimate belly dance. Their lopsided kiss sucked and smacked in the smoky air of the pool hall. Rufus trembled in sexual bliss.

The kangaroo's climax spurred Kahnso on. His strange penis tensed and throbbed within her, galvanized by orgasm. His thick marsupial semen gushed into her, delivered on heaving throbs of his tapering cock. The vixen wriggled against him, abandoning her grace again. Semen oozed from between the black lips of her vulva. It rolled down all the way to the baize, but nobody said a word. They were all watching as Kahnso milked the hapless kangaroo.

Rufus began to squirm and pant, breathing around Kahnso's snout. His cock's flesh was growing painfully sensitive now. His feet crossed the other way and his legs curled as though he badly needed to use the restroom. Through all of this, he held fast to her hips and made an attempt to stop her, but she was impossible to contain, too brutal and massive for that kind of casual restraint.

"Gettin' a lil' tender there, Rufus?" Desmond asked, his face alight with a vulpine sneer. He had now at his sides a pair of younger bikers, both of whom appeared fascinated with his vulva. One a coyote and the other a brown bear, they groped and squeezed his pussy in their greasy paws as though they had never seen such a thing before. Their bare dicks rubbed on his hips and he seemed to enjoy their attention. "Serves ya' right, sleepin' with strange womens..."

The singer was much too invested in her coming climax to threaten Desmond. She broke off the kiss, and the evidence that it had taken place showed on Rufus' snout. Enormous splatters of fox saliva ran down his cheeks and onto the table. The kiss and the overwhelming sensitivity of his cock, which had not yet started to withdraw, left him feeling stupid and dazed. His legs continued to curl and cross.

An eternity to Rufus but a mere minute to Kahnso came to an end. The vixen straddled him, straightening her back once more. Her mane of frazzled blonde hair swung around her head and neck like a cape. A shudder raced through her body as an orgasm finally had its way with her, and the inner pink of her big, black box clenched upon Rufus' tired penis. A dense veneer of her honey rolled across its receding flesh and oozed into and around his cock slit. She gazed down on him not as an exulted lover, but as somebody disgusted by something stuck to her foot. Rufus knew that they were finished.

"Pretty good," Kahnso said, her tone a verbal shrug. She climbed off of him, pulled her clothes back on and glanced at Desmond, who was now accommodating the bear in his pussy and the coyote in his paws. "Fuckin' fags," she snorted on her way out.

Rufus sat up on pool table, feeling tired and satisfied. A younger man might have felt terribly dirty and used, but Rufus had the insight of his age to tell him that she used every single dick she sat on. He considered himself lucky to be one of her boytoys before she inevitably self-destructed.

While Desmond played with his new friends near the jukebox, Rufus shot pool with the bikers and the drunks. He was never the best, but he wasn't the worst in the room, either.