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“Level Up"

It was a dark night, lightning crashing through the skies outside made Mitch breathe a sigh of relief that he was inside. Flashes of light filled his living room as he played his newest Final Fantasy game, his headset was still tight over his ears as he worked through the latest dungeon released to the game in months. His guild had been preparing for weeks and he had been honing his Paladin skills to be the very best and most powerful tank in his team of fellow players. He reached for his bowl of doritos chips and realized that it was empty. He groaned as he adjusted his glasses, and brought the mouthpiece of his headphones to his lips:

“Turtlewax going AFK..." He announced in the deepest sounding voice he could muster before removing his headset and grabbing the bowl.

As he clambered down the hallway and into his kitchen he was surprised by another powerful blast of lightning from outside. This time, it made him clap his hands over his ears and scream aloud as the bolt jolted his house and in turn made his heart race. Normally, he loved thunderstorms, and he was usually the first one to stick his face out into the rain to watch the lightning fill up the sky, but tonight the very atmosphere seemed so aggressive and he didn't want any part of that. He decided instead of refilling his bowl with chips, he would opt for the healthier choice and grabbed a bag of his favorite microwave popcorn. He placed the bag into the microwave and as soon as he turned it on, he jumped by a sudden and frantic knocking at his door.

Licking his fingers clean he walked to the doorway, picking up a walking cane that had belonged to his dad years ago as he made his way to the door. He nervously clutched at the wooden stick and swallowed. “Who...is it?"

There was no answer, just the continued knocking as Mitch approached and reached out for the knob when the sound stopped. He paused for a moment, but just as he breathed a sigh of relief there was a loud bang. “Hey! Nerd! Open up it's a fucking monsoon out here!"

“Brad?" He asked as he unlocked the door and opened it up.

Brad rushed into the doorway, drenched under his dark leather jacket and soaking shoulder length black hair as he stepped inside. His blue eyes glared at Mitch, who had almost been thrown against the wall by the force of his entry. “Holy shit! I've been knocking for like twenty minutes! Are you going deaf?"

“No! I'm playing a game. I had my headphones on--what are you doing here?"

Brad scoffed, straightening his collar out and flicking it, splashing water everywhere. He then turned and pressed his finger against Mitch's nose. “Listen, loser I don't give a shit what you're doing, man I need your help!"

“Oh really?" Mitch said, crossing his arms. “I'm sorry I didn't think I was under any obligation to help you out. You've been treating me like shit ever since high school and--"

“Look. I need your help." He said sternly. “I know you're a whizz when it comes to math, c'mon."

“Are you going to pay me?"

“How about we start with me not beating you to a fucking pulp?" He said, gritting his teeth ad yanking Mitch closer.

“O-o-okay..." Mitch replied nervously, prying Brad's clenched fist from his collar. “Fine, I'll help you. Let me just finish my game first."

Mitch rolled his eyes as he walked back toward his computer room again, hearing Brad walk close behind him. As they entered the room, he got back onto his headphones. “Turtlewax back to finish this shit up." He said as he sat down in front of his computer. Brad glancing around at his system and setup as he did so.

“Man, I knew you were a nerd. But this...this is impressively nerdy."

“Thank you."

“You took that as a compliment?"

“Brad it's twenty-twenty-four. Nerds are in."

“Issat so?" Brad asked, running his fingers along his chin as Mitch continued his game. “Oohh what's that? You're some big badass with a gigantic sword and shield?"

“I happen to be a Paladin in this game." Mitch explained. “Now shut up and don't be a douche."

“A douche?" He replied incensed and annoyed. “This is some stupid fictional piece of your life, bro. You'll never get a girl with this kind of lifestyle you're living."

Mitch rolled his eyes. “I'm not into girls. You know that."

“AHAHAHA!" Brad's laughter was riotous and echoed through the room. “I knew you were some fuckin' nerdy fag! Oh shit I can't wait to tell the guys in class about this."

“Brad." Mitch said with another eyeroll. “We're in college now dude. Don't you think it's a little childish to pick on someone because they're gay?"

Brad pondered for a few moments, but Mitch already knew the answer before the bigger of them shook his head and shortly replied with a “Nope!"

“Jesus you're hopeless..." He said as he brought his controller back to his hands.

Brad noticed the controller and tried to grab it out of Mitch's hand, but Mitch held onto it. “Hey man. Let me give this a try."

“Fuck no! Get your own!"

“Dude, Mitch. Give me the fucking controller!" He shouted, yanking hard at the device as Mitch held onto the other side desperately.

“No! Fuck off!"

“You fuck off! Give it to me!"

“BRAD!"

Just as Mitch screamed Brad's name, there was a wild explosion of lightning as a powerful bolt seemed to hit the house. The ground shook under their feet as the entire room suddenly flashed white with electricity that enveloped them. The lightning surge screamed through the computer, causing the screen to explode instantly and the shock came running up the power cord, encompassing them with an almost ethereal glow before another explosion made the both of them fall to the ground unconscious.

***

The sunlight was beating down on Mitch as he slowly roused from his unconsciousness and began to realize that it was daylight. As he opened his eyes he heard Brad exclaim: “No...way!" As consciousness finally began to pour into him and he placed a hand on his forehead with a groan.

“Brad? What--what did you do?" He asked in confusion.

“What did I do?" Mitch groaned as he sat up and looked around. “You were the one messing around with my controller! What did YOU do?"

Brad got to his feet and looked around at the completely new environment. The pair seemed to be in a canyon of sorts, deep in the heart of a desert where the sun was beating down on them hard, the heat was so intense that he could practically see the wavy lines distorting his vision no more than five hundred yards away. He put his hand over his eyes and looked around. “Wh-where the fuck are we?"

“This... this place looks strangely familiar." Mitch wondered. “But it couldn't be."

“Couldn't be what?"

As Mitch was about to answer suddenly there was a loud chittering noise that surrounded them, making both him and Brad jump in surprise and in a flurry of green and needles, they found themselves suddenly surrounded by tiny green cactus creatures that started to dance around them in strange, silly movements.

“N-no way...Cactuar?"

Brad stared at him. “Uh... bless you?" He said, raising an eyebrow.

“No no." Mitch groaned in response. “No, Cactuar. Final Fantasy creatures but... but it's not possible!"

Suddenly, one of the creatures gave a triumphant cry and leaped in their direction. On impulse Brad reached his arm up to block the attack and in an instant, a flash of light enveloped him, and where his arm once stood was a bright, large shield that blocked the attack. The creature screeched in surprise and bounced off the shield, rolling back before coming to a stop a few feet away as the humans stared in awe at the shield that had suddenly materialized. Additionally, Brad was now in a completely new outfit, this one adorned with metal spikes, smooth lines and a powerful armored look. As he whipped out his right hand, a massive broadsword appeared in his hand and he gasped as he looked at it. “Holy shit! What the hell?"

“Oh my god. You're... you're like a paladin!" Mitch pointed out. “Like... you're dressed exactly like my character in Final Fantasy!"

“What's that mean?"

“It means you're a big badass warrior that uses the blessing of light to fight your enemies!"

The Cactuar, upon seeing this all chittered, looked at each other, then bounced in shock before running away, leaving a cloud of dust behind them as they quickly vanished into the distance.

“WIMPS!" He shouted at the retreating creatures. As he put his arms back, Brad's sword and shield vanished from his hands, but his armor remained. “Wow. This is so cool. What else does this armor give me?"

“I...don't know I mean this is so similar to my character's armor I wonder what kind of attributes it..." He leaned in close, gliding his hand over the armor until accidentally touching a flickering icon that looked like a heart near his chest and suddenly a bright projectile screen appeared in front of him just overhead. “...has?"

The image now displayed in front of them had several stats listed on it:

Name: Brad Gerson “Turtlewax"

Class: Paladin (Level: 100)

Titles: “Hero" “Warrior of Light" “Savior"

STR: 120, DEX: 70, INT: 8,

Health: 10700 Mana: 10000

“What is this?" Mitch asked aloud. “Those... those are my character's stats! My character is called Turtlewax...I..." He glared at him. “You stole my character!"

“So then if I'm you, what are you?"

At Brad's question, Mitch touched himself in about the same place:

Name: Mitch Carson

Class: Nerd Level 1

Titles: N/A

STR: 2, DEX: 3, INT: 10

“Dude! How can you only be level one and still be more smarter than me?"

“Ask a stupid question..."

Brad scratched his head. “Oh...wait are you saying I'm dumb or something?"

“Well, if the shoe fits..." Mitch answered, seething in anger.

“I don't have a shoe I have a [[GLORIOUS Adamantite Greaves]] so you better back off!" He shrieked as he spoke and somehow the title of his boots fell out of his lips and hung in the air in front of Mitch, who pressed his finger to it and watched as a status window for the boots appeared. “W-what the fuck is wrong with us?"

“What's wrong with us? We got sucked into my favorite game and YOU stole my character!" Mitch shouted angrily. “Give me back my armor!"

Mitch charged at Brad, who stopped him by putting a hand on his forehead and keeping him still. “Now come on. I just won the lottery here, why spoil it now?"

Mitch was angry, he was red in the face angry as he stomped his foot. “GET OUT OF MY LIFE!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, enough to make Brad take a step back.

“You know, fine." He said in frustration. “I'm just going to go off and be a hero all by myself. I don't need you dragging me down!"

“Right. Like you'd last more than three days here in this world without me?

“Maybe I could! You little..." In that moment, both of them froze, suddenly feeling ill. “Oh...yuck...I think? I feel..."

“Me too. What's wrong with us?"

Both of them tapped their stat spots again and when the windows flashed up, both read “Status Ailment: Dehydrated"

“Okay...so wow. I guess we're both...thirsty?"

“I... I guess so. There's a town not far from here, so maybe we can go there, get some directions and maybe find a way back home?"

“Tch." Brad scoffed as he turned around and started walking." Speak for yourself, I like this." He said as he walked a few steps, and then turned to look at Mitch. “Hey...so where's this town?"

It took about an hour before the sounds of people and not just the desert could be heard as they approached a small village at the edge of the canyon; it was a small town, but it was a bustling place with many people moving about and living out seemingly ordinary lives. Mitch never expected that a world like this would be so fleshed out in person, but as they walked into the village and they were given cursory glances and nods by the people there, for the first time, he started to feel like this place was more than just some video game town. And for the first time, he actually felt excited that he was in his element here, and somehow Brad stole his thunder by stealing his character like he did.

“Dude. Check it out." Brad whispered, putting his arm around Mitch's shoulder and pointing. “What the fuck is that?"

Mitch followed Brad's finger until it settled on a small floating ball of fluff near the town's square, it was hovering over a mailbox and it looked like it was sorting through letters in its hands, the pom dangling from the top of its head very clear indicators that it was “A Moogle!" He exclaimed in sheer excitement. “Oh my god! I Can't believe it!"

“And what is a moogle?"

Mitch rolled his eyes at Brad. “A cute little race of cat-like creatures with magical properties and a propensity for getting themselves into trouble. Looks like it's going through its mail."

“Well let's go meet it then." He urged, pulling Mitch along. “Yo! You little... Mopple?"

“Moogle." Mitch said in a hushed tone of voice."

“Oh, whatever."

The Moogle turned around, hovering on its small wings, and as they approached, Mitch's eyes grew, this one was much bigger than he ever expected a moogle to get and by the time they were close enough it looked like it could rival even Brad in size. “Yes? Can I help you, kupo?" It asked with a cock to its head.

“Woah...it talks." Brad said, his mouth gaping open.

There was a glimmer of irritation in the Moogle's voice as it spoke. “Yes, I certainly do. And I'm not an “it" I'm a “he" the name is Runt. And you are?"

“Ah! I'm Mitch." Mitch said as he put a hand out and shook the moogle's tiny paw, making him smile in response. “This towering lunk is Brad. But I'm a big fan of you...well...I mean Moogles in general."

“Your name is Runt? AHAHA!" Brad guffawed and clapped his armored knee with a hand as he did so. “Wh-what-what kind of a name is Runt?" He pointed at Mitch. “Now this guy. This guy is a runt. But his name ain't even Runt!"

“Is this... friend of yours quite done?" Runt asked, his voice growing steadily frustrated.

“I don't even know." Mitch said, staring at Brad.

Brad, ignorant of the frustration he's causing reaches forward and inspects the pom on top of Runt's head. “And what is this? Some sort of a koosh ball or something?" He asked before squeezing the orb.

“AH! How dare you!?" Runt bellowed, his voice much deeper than either human had expected, and with a powerful blast from his pom, Brad was sent flying across the square. As soon as he impacted a wall, his armor suddenly exploded from his body, scattering across the ground and leaving him almost completely naked. “YOU DARE TOUCH MY POM?!?" He shouted as he produced a staff from nowhere and pointed it at him.

Suddenly, and without any prompting, Brad's status screen splashed up against the wall behind him. The “Status" line on his screen suddenly flashing red and reading [[CURSED: [Metamorphosis - Bangaa Race Change, Muscle UP, Body Size UP, Weaken, Resistance DOWN, Tolerance DOWN, Mind Addle UP, Complacence DROP, Lust UP]]

“Cursed? What the hell is that supposed to--mean?" He gasped as he looked down at his hands, which had suddenly begun to grow in size. “Wha-what's happening to me?" He asked as he saw dark claws appear over his nails, causing the normal digits to lose his original nails and to grow them instead. As his hand trembled it began to grow larger. He looked at the other and watched as scales began to flutter across the skin. The scales being a vibrant blue color, making him shriek in surprise at this.

As Brad looked to his status screen, he watched as the numbers on his stats began to drop rapidly, along with his level 100 level, which was already to the mid-sixties and was continuing to fall. He staggered to his feet, which caused his legs to become wobbly and slip out from under him several times as his body began to grow in size in other areas as well.

Mitch watched for several moments before looking at Runt. “What are you doing to him?"

“Relax, dear boy. It's not something you haven't already imagined." He glanced at Mitch. “Is that not right, Turtlewax?"

“How--how..." Mitch's voice trailed off, he thought it better to not let things get more complicated than they already were and he looked to see Brad getting back up from his crash.

“You are going to regret that..." Brad said threateningly as he got up in nothing but a pair of white briefs and trying to widen his stance as Runt moved slowly to the side, their eyes locking. “You're dealing with Brad the-" The screen displayed in front of him suddenly showed a different class along with his level consistently dropping. “The Gladiator? What the fuck is a Gladiator?"

“Another class." Mitch said.

Runt smiled wickedly. “To be precise it's a class that is a Bangaa-exclusive class. You should feel honored. You're no longer human."

“Well, nothing's going to stop me from--" He grunted as his legs suddenly buffed up, making him stagger backwards. “From using my sword!" He brought his arms up, but nothing happened, as he looked to his shattered armor he saw that the sword and shield had flown from his grip and was laying on the floor beside the armor. He ran to it and tried to grab it, only to feel his arm repel off the hilt. “What the?" [Incompatable Equipment: Minimum Level Requirement 100] “Minimum level? What the fuck? To swing a sword!?" He tried to grab his discarded chestpiece and it too flew away from his grasp as another status window flashed in front of him [Race Requirement Not Met; Not Human]. “What race requirement? I'm the same--" He looked at his hands, which had grown into a massive pair of claws. “W-what is happening to me?" He roared as his height increased again, his muscles inflating like some sweaty blue balloon.

Brad fell over onto his hands and knees as Runt hovered closer to him, a smug smile on his face. “That's better, kupo!" He brought his staff up again and with a wave of it, the armor changed. “There, now the armor should be compatible."

Brad grinned. “Well then, that's where you've fucked up, runt." He bolted and put his hand on the chestpiece first.

In an instant, a new chest piece of armor flashed on him, but it wasn't armor; it was a harness that crossed his chest with two straps of thick, black leather. As soon as it appeared, Brad felt his legs give out under him, and despite his increasing size he suddenly was having trouble holding himself up. Another status effect appeared on his screen:

[CURSED ITEM: The Gladiator's Resistance Straps; a powerful laced strap of leather made from the skin of a gryphon stillborn, cursing all those who don it to suffer the weakness of innocence lost: Stat Loss: STR -50 [CURSE: Resistance Lowered when Leash is Attached CURSE: UNABLE TO REMOVE].

“Wh-what is this?" He fell back and his hand touched his old helmet, which then appeared on his head as a differently shaped helmet, fitting to his new, elongated head. Suddenly he felt a haze wash over him, he grabbed at the helmet, trying to remove it, but felt some sort of suction prevented him from removing it. It felt like a vacuum stuck to his skull. Another status alert:

[CURSED ITEM: Bangaa Brain Bracer; designed to protect against fatal blows to the head, a dark magic swirls about this cursed object, lowering the wearer's abilities to comprehend many of the most basic tasks: Stat Loss: INT -70] [CURSE: Commands given by others are compulsively harder to resist to the wearer CURSE: UNABLE TO REMOVE]. “AHH! Help m-me!" He shouted, clutching his scalp in agony.

“What...is he?" Mitch asked himself, bumping into a woman behind him who turned her attention to the situation and she gasped.

“Oh my. It looks like your friend crossed Runt. He may look like a normal shopkeeper Moogle, but he is extremely dangerous to anyone who crosses him! It looks like your friend is in for a time."

Brad could see the front of his face as it grew a beak-like shape, he gasped audibly as Mitch realized. “Oh shit, he's really turning into a Bangaa?"

“W..wut...happen?" He said in surprise, touching the armored pants,which also proved to be cursed and a tight brief appeared around his waist, replacing his underwear with a much smaller pair of leather that accentuated his growing bulge. As it tightened around his butt, acting as a thong that pushed up against his hole, a tiny lock icon began to glow on the front of it.

[CURSED ITEM: Bangaa Lust Thong: this piece of thick leathery material is said to have been strewn from Mindflayer flesh and fashioned under the effects of dark magic, rendering those who wear them incapable of controlling their inhibitions while also controlling their physical limitations: Stat Loss: LST +500 RST -50] [CURSE: Unable to Remove or break armor under any circumstance, serves to increase uncontrollable lust within, but wearer is unable to give into these temptations: CURSE: COCK LOCKED, CURSE: UNABLE TO REMOVE]

“W...wut that?" He asked, his voice now deep, and gravelly, barely able to read the writing in front of him.

Runt grinned wickedly. “That means Lust plus five-hundred. Resistance down fifty. Isn't that lovely."

“N-no?" He looked at Mitch and gasped. “N-nerd! You! Help...me?"

Mitch crossed his arms. “After the shit you put me through, and the bullying you've done? I think I'd rather be shopping." He said as he turned around and walked off, disappearing into the crowd that had now gathered around Brad.

“No! Nerd! M-Mitch!" He shouted to no avail.

He put his hands back on the ground and as Brad did it, a necklace from his old armor responded with a flash that suddenly caused a choker to appear around his neck, holding tight to the flesh and almost choking him for a moment. [CURSED ITEM: Bangaa Silencing Collar: A simple strap of fabric that will latch to its wearer, making it impossible to remove, your strength and determination to remove it or to do anything beyond your owner's discretion will increasingly drop until there is nothing left: Status Change: WILL -500 CURSE: ALL RESISTANCES DOWN, CURSE: UNABLE TO REMOVE] He trembled as he looked up to see the Moogle getting closer to him, his pom dipping down over his face, causing him to suddenly lock eyes with it, his face going blank and his lips beginning to drool.

“Now...let's see where we are with this." Runt said gleefully, pressing the beast's massive pec and causing the status screen to appear:

NAME: Brad the Bangaa

CLASS: Gladiator (Level 43)

TITLES: “Zero" “Slave" “Moogle Butt Monkey" “Pets Welcome"

STATS: STR -800 DEX: 500 INT -1000

AILMENTS: Cursed - Dumbfounded, Intellect Down, Resistance Down, Vulnerability Down, Strength Down, Lust Up, Size Up, Cock: LOCKED

Runt smiled, pleased with himself as he finally reached for the sword and shield cast to either side of him. The weapons suddenly swelled his chest up, his cock expanding to fill and mostly spill out of the fabric clad around his loins as he finally managed to get back to his feet. He touched the boots which appeared as cuffs around his ankles and in a shock of pain he shrieked in surprise as his feet suddenly began to meld and to morph, increasing in size to sport a pair of massive claws. He growled and grabbed his feet as if they were cramped up beyond belief. He flexed his toes and rolled back. Runt grew closer and lowered his hovering height, and pressed his small foot onto the massive Bangaa's bulge, it bobbed and wobbled at the contact.

“AHH! I-I ca-can't get hard!" He shouted loudly, causing the entire crowd to turn and to stare at him. “Wut...wrong with me?"

“Oh, don't worry Brute. I'll be sure to take good care of you."

“Brute? Who Brute?"

NAME: Brute the Bangaa

CLASS: Gladiator (Level 1)

TITLES: “Zero" “Slave" “Moogle Butt Monkey" “Disgraced Degenerate"

STATS: STR +800 DEX: 500 INT -1000

AILMENTS: Cursed - Dumbfounded, Intellect Down, Resistance Down, Vulnerability Down, Strength Up, Lust Up, Size Up, Cock: LOCKED

“Why you are!" He exclaimed. “And with a little adjustment to your armor, I've now managed to restore your strength, so you'll be perfect to face opponents in the Gladiator's Ring!"

Brute stared at Runt for a moment, his eyes half-lidded as he grunts in response; looking in embarrassment as the townsfolk stood around him in a circle, staring at his massive, muscular body. “Y-yes boss...I ...I fight good?"

“Yes." The Moogle responded with a wicked grin. “You fight... good."

Several days later, Mitch found himself back in the village again, having quested on his own to upgrade his Job Class from “Nerd" to “Bandit" and earning enough money for another job change. As he approached the booth, he tapped his fingers on the counter, waiting for the vendor to appear.

“Oh! Hello! Kupo! Such a wonder to see you again, Turtlewax!"

Mitch gasped and looked to see Runt standing behind the counter, hovering off the ground with his little wings. “It's you! Wow!" He exclaimed in surprise. “I-I'm actually looking for Paladin armor and--"

“I know exactly the armor you're looking for." He said, as he brushed his arm over the counter, causing all of Mitch's character's old armor to appear. He took a quick step back suspiciously staring at it. “Not to worry, sir. These are perfectly clean and curse free. They're the pieces of armor I removed from your friend."

“I thought you cursed them and gave them back to him?"

“Tch... can't you read?" He replied, waving his arms across to bring up the status and pointing to the line that reads “RACE RESTRICTION: Human, Elf, Dwarf ONLY". “Since Brute is a Bangaa, he has no ability to wear these. I just gave him armor that better suited a nice, obedient Gladiator."

“I see... so... how is he doing anyway?"

“He couldn't be doing any better, he wins every match." Runt waved his hand and brought up the familiar status screen:

NAME: Brute the Butt Slut

CLASS: Gladiator (Level 12)

TITLES: “Zero" “Bloody" “The Gaping Hole" “Butt Monkey"

STATS: STR 500 (+800) DEX: 850 INT: -1000

“Wow. Is the Butt-monkey title actually needed?"

Runt smiled proudly. “Why, yes!"

Mitch couldn't help but smirk at the finality of that answer and placed a pouch of coins on the counter. “I'll take the armor please."

“Could I interest you in... a little something else?" Runt asked, holding up a pair of white briefs that looked all too familiar. “No status ailments here, but a gift."

Mitch blushed, feeling his face burn as he looked at the underwear. He could swear it still smelled like Brad. As he was about to answer a bright, yellow message flashed onto the screen, it scrolled across in front of him, but it repeated the same thing over and over again:

“SERVER ALERT - Servers will be undergoing Maintenance in 10 Seconds - Please save your progress and log out at this time..."

Before Mitch could say anything or even react, he was enveloped in a brilliant flash of light and suddenly found himself in his bedroom in the middle of the night as if he had never left.

***

Brute grunted as he had awakened in the darkness; a tight confined space as he realized he was trapped in some sort of a crate. As he began to kick wildly at the edges of the box, he was surprised to see one side of the crate open up, letting in a hard light from the sun above. Staggering, he crawled out from the box to find himself in a wide open grassland. As he stepped out, he kicked an object that rolled into the grass. As he picked it up, he noticed it was a bright green stone and it flashed.

“Kweh!"

The sound prompted the Bangaa to turn around only to see a large, golden Chocobo standing behind him. He'd never seen one, but he remembered Mitch talking about them. “Good...bird?" He spoke, looking at the reaction from the Chocobo he could tell that it was clearly a male and very aroused. As Brute's eyes widened in surprise, he looked down at the stone, which flashed again in his fingers. It caused the bird to tilt its head and move closer. A tongue flicking across its beak as it was drawn toward him. As Brute's finger passed over it, a screen appeared: [CHOCOBO LURE (Materia)]

From the distance, observing from a hilltop with several other Moogles, Runt grinned wickedly as he pulled out a pair of binoculars. “And now... for the show." He said to no one in particular.

THE END