[Mkguild] Prepared for Sacrifice pt 12

[Radioactive Toast]

      Day 8, June 6th 703 CR
 
 As it had been Pols who had so succinctly told the dragon off that evening, it came as no surprise to Zyn that the very first thing he woke to the next morning was the sailor screaming his head off, screeching like a frightened girl.  Instantly filled with dark yet curious glee, he awoke and was greeted with the sight of the squat sailor sitting stiff and upright where he had been sleeping, now screaming... and bald.  As in completely and utterly smooth scalped, even the eyebrows were gone, the whole thing looked distinctly odd as Pols was now crowned by a cap of exposed pale skin.  Even his normally shaggy limbs were smooth as a baby’s bottom, flailing about wildly in frantic panic before swinging down, gripping open his pants and staring aghast.

 Packing around like a gaggle of hungry vultures the others piled in around in some morbid shoving match to see just what horrid spectacle Xayk had done in the night.  The dragon[i]had[/i] talked about testicles a lot the previous night, had he gone and...

 Zyn joined the others clustered around the squat sailor, and saw...

 “Um... wow,” Lum said profoundly.

 Grumiah blinked.  “He got that too?”

 “Well, I guess when he decided to make you bald he took ‘from head to toe’ to a whole new level of literal,” Zyn commented.  Pols was too shocked and stupefied to respond.  Beside them Parn peeked his head in to get a closer look, slightly pushing Zyn aside, who did a double take at the mage’s head.  “Uh, Parn, your hair...”

 The mage instantly felt at the top of his head and widened his eyes at the Mohawk he was now sporting.

 “Wait, what in the pagan hells?” Lum asked as he caught sight of the unorthodox haircut.

 “You... neither of you felt anything during the night?” Zyn asked.  “Do you remember anything at all?’

 Pols shook his head, still in shock.  “Nothin.  Nothin at all.”

 Head scratchings followed.  “How’d he pull this in the middle of the night without the slightest peep?” Lum wondered, “I mean there’s not a hair left on your body?”

 “You don’t have to remind me,” Pols muttered.  “That crazy ass dragon...”

 “You [i]were[/i] the one who demanded he shut up last night,” Lorian pointed out.

 “But how does that explain the mage?” Grumiah asked.

 The answer came quite suddenly from behind.  “Simple, he doesn’t look quite as drab,” the dragon spoke up, startling the whole lot of them.  “Now he’s got flair!” Xayk exclaimed as he sat on his haunches grinning like an idiot, wearing a motley, haphazardly stitched and thrown together hat made out of several different colors of hair.

 Pols’ eyes, already wide, practically bulged out of their sockets.  “H-hey!  That’s my hair, that’s mine!”

 “Nuh-uh,” the dragon retorted, “Mine now.  I think it makes me look quite fashionable,” he declared as he adjusted the impromptu wig on his head.  “Well, we gotta get going, we’ve got a cave to explore!”

 A collective wave of moans and sighs ushered, causing the dragon to look at them confused.  “What’s the matter, you guys sick or something?  Well, as they always told me as a hatchling, ‘the toast is radiating and much too soggy.’”  Without further ado Xayk snapped around, knocking Zyn and Lum over with his tail, and promptly marched off in the direction of the cave.

 “The toast is... what?” Grumiah asked.

 Lorian shrugged.  “Perhaps it’s better that we don’t ask.”


* * *


 Heading in to the dark and totally unknown abyss in the bowels of that cave, the men naturally reached for the assorted spears and torches they had been fashioning; indeed it seemed like they never stopped making due to their many crappy failures, but Xayk insisted that they were unnecessary.  Zyn and some of the others thought otherwise and wanted to be on the safe side, but after the dragon’s seemingly impossible trick during the night, no one, not even Pols, [i]especially[/i] not Pols, wanted to argue with him.

 And so for the third time Zyn entered the cave, watching his surroundings progressively darken as they left the light of day behind.  It got to the point where they were almost walking blind before Xayk unleashed his ambient light spell, revealing the dragon this time as a short, wrinkled old geezer sporting a frown so deep it looked engraved on his face.  And, of course, on top of his shriveled otherwise bald head sat the impromptu wig made of Pols’ (and probably a little bit of Parn’s) hair.  “Well let’s not be waitin’ youngins,” he rasped rather crotchedly; he even had a walking stick that he started swinging about to emphasize his points, a walking stick that Zyn couldn’t help but notice was blindingly loud purple.  “We gots us a door to open!” he declared as he knocked Lum aside with his cane for no good reason.

 Having been through the passage before, Zyn figured that the descent would progress quicker, but in truth each rockface looked exactly like the one before it, and time seemed to crawl just as slowly heading down as the last time.  This wasn’t particularly pleasant when considering the experiences they had had with this cave already and what horrible nightmares they could only imagine lurked behind that massive door.  The mood was sufficient to kill any jovial banter between the sailors, though in truth Pols probably would have been unusually silent anyway what with every last follicle of hair being shaved from his body.

 “Now,” Xayk’s old-man voice rang out, “we’re here.”  Indeed, now they stood before the massive structure, looming like an underground gate to a realm of the undead, or perhaps even one of the pagan hells themselves.  Xayk called Parn over who sighed and hurried onto the small slab of stone opposite their host.  And they began chanting.

 The men sat tight, trying not to think about their most recent brush with evil, or at least evil sounding, spells atop the island’s main plateau just a couple days before.  And here they were, waiting for the dragon to mess with magic some more so he could use them in whatever twisted goal he had wound up in that crazy mind of his.

 Minutes dragged on and on with nothing but chanting between the two magic users, and the rest of them just kind of stood there; when they legs inevitably started to ache this changed to sitting and lounging around.  one or two times the sailors tried to get a conversation going, but it never got going more than one or two sentences before fading back into the silence.

 Finally, after what had to be over an hour, Xayk suddenly called out “Ding dong done!” And with that a soft glow suddenly lit up the door and with a great whoosh of air the massive structure swung open, though other than that the whole process was eerily silent.  The door’s opening revealed at long last what lay on the other side, which appeared to be just more cave.  No one moved though, as if taking in the scent of the air beyond to check for the smell of evil.  The only thing Zyn could smell was that of moist, dank cave air, which still in and of itself made him less than at ease.

 “Alrighty youngins, ain’t no use sittin here till all o’ ya start decomposing!” Xayk explained before hobbling off down the dark passage himself, taking his light spell with him.  Not wanting to be left in the dark, the six men scurried after like a pack of ankle biters hurrying after their owner.

 Huddling together so close that several times they almost crashed and piled up, the men followed Xayk as they descended into the foreboding depths, ever watchful for what evil was lurking around the next corner to swallow them whole.  They crept forward in whispered silence, though they worried somewhat about the light Xayk was casually throwing around.  Lorian asked the dragon about it, but Xayk didn’t respond at all to his queries.

 The rock walls subtly morphed in appearance the deeper they went, and soon a near constant dampness prevailed in the air along with several accompanying smells he couldn’t quite describe.

 That, and the walls started to glow.

 “Hey,” Grumiah whispered delicately, “What is that?”

 “What’s what?” Lum asked.

 “That,” he pointed ahead, “up there, the walls are bluish for some reason.”

 Lum squinted his eyes.  “I don’t see nothing.”

 “I do,” Zyn offered, “Um, Xayk?” he offered as gently as was humanly possible, “Could you, uh, turn down your light a bit?”

 He wasn’t sure what to expect, but Xayk offered a wry smile... of sorts.  It also kinda looked like a devilish, hungry grin.  “Ah, you youngins wantin’ to see them mushrooms, aren’t cha?” he said as he obligingly dimmed down his light.

 “The what?” Parn asked.  Xayk merely pointed ahead as his ambient light disappeared entirely.

 At first it seemed as though his entire world grew dark, but the very faint blue glow they had spotted gradually grew brighter.  Irregular, organic looking formations of an eerie incandescent blue glow shone in the dark, giving a surprising amount of light off.

 “Those are mushrooms doing that?” Grumiah asked in awe.

 Parn, surprisingly, was the first to approach the glowing fungus.  “Definitely a fungus of some kind.  I know of alchemists who would sell their own arms and legs for ingredients with this property.”

 Immediately Pols squirmed through the others and started grabbing some of the fungus, stuffing large quantities into his pants.  “What?” he asked innocently, “If we ever get off this rock we could make a bit of easy money.” The sailor promptly stuffed his pants to the breaking point with the stuff, rendering his resulting gait somewhat awkward.  

 Parn offhandedly remarked that many mushrooms had toxic side effects, and the glowing property itself might have other unforeseen side effects.  Zyn casually added that he heard of men whose manly parts had succumbed rather poorly to new and unknown alchemical ingredients.  

 The squat sailor felt his stash oddly, then dropped a few of his prizes on the ground, then a few feet along as they started forward again he dropped some more mushrooms; then some more.  Finally Grumiah had to chastise Pols for clearly marking the path they were taking with discarded glowing mushrooms for all to see.  Pols protested that he was also making it so they themselves wouldn’t get lost, and Xayk just pointed out that as long as they followed him and “said sweet things” to him they didn’t have to worry about getting lost.  

 “Now why am I going to be worried when I go to sleep tonight?”  Lum whispered.

 The next few minutes were uneventful until Xayk suddenly signaled for them all to stop, a command with which they complied with, dead in their tracks.  With only the ever present but irregularly placed glow of the mushrooms to guide them, they watched with bated breath for any sign of movement in the tunnels ahead and beside them.  “Something’s down there,” Lorian whispered, pointing down a passage to the left, causing everyone to hunker down slightly.  In utter silence they sat for long agonizing moments as they watched, and indeed something [i]did[/i] move down the passage.  As they watched though, it didn’t appear as anything at all normal..

 “What is that?” Grumiah whispered as quietly as possible.  Something was moving, but it seemed to be floating lazily through the air.

 “Is that... a [i]fish[/i]?” Parn suddenly asked.

 Before any of them could respond, Xayk brought up his light spell just a smidgen, revealing a long scaled fish swimming right through the air.

 “That’s... not something fish usually do,” Zyn remarked.

 “Ya think?” Lum responded.

 “What the pagan hells is this?” Pols whispered.  “I don’t know about the rest of you but this cave seems pretty messed up to me.”

 “That...” Parn searched for the words.  “That is a large amount of magic.  It cannot be anything random, something such as that would have to be rigorously aligned and laid.”

 “You’re saying someone left spells down here for fish to just float through the air as if it’s nothing?” Lum asked.  “Deliberately?  Seems like an awful waste of time.”

 “Or,” Zyn pondered, “maybe it isn’t meant specifically [i]for[/i] fish.”  Turning to Xayk, he asked “You said something about mer and wereorcas yesterday?”

 “Yup,” Xayk smiled, twirling his cane, “That I did.”

 “Well now I’m just full of excitement,” Pols muttered.  “Can’t wait to meet these folks.”

 “Don’t worry youngin,” Xayk said, “with luck we will.”  Pols scowled in response.

 Leaving the floating fish behind them, each step farther down seemed to tighten the air’s grip upon them, as if it were trying to squeeze the life out of them.  It was almost a tangible presence; Zyn felt like he could just reach out and touch the lingering taint in the air.

 And ominous clicking sound echoed somewhere ahead, causing them all to freeze in place once again.  

 “That would be blorgs,” Xayk said.

 “You mean it’s the same as what attacked Lum?” Pols asked.

 Xayk merely nodded in reply.

 “Are they going to bump into us?” Zyn whispered.

 “That’d be a bit unlikely,” Xayk responded, “Blorgs ain’t the smartest things in the world.  You kinda have to bump right in front o’ them.  Or get ‘em riled up,” he added seconds later.

 The seven of them gave the distantly clicking creatures a wide berth, or at least as wide a berth as they could be sure of with this confusing cave.  They went wherever Xayk lead them, and that path was ever twisting and turning, going this way and that, curving around so many times that Zyn and the others were hopelessly turned around and lost.  Even if they wanted to turn around at this point, they simply wouldn’t be able to find their way out of this labyrinth, the only one who knew the way out was Xayk... right?

 Looking at the dragon in his rather strange old-man guise, Zyn briefly entertained the terrifying possibility that Xayk had no idea which way he was turning.

 “Uh, Xayk?” he asked, “You do know where we’re going, right?”

 “Oh, you worrin ‘bout getten lost?  Don’t cha worry, the monkeys that’ve been eatin bunches of these funny mushrooms know exactly where we’re goin.”

 Xayk proclamation did not exactly cheer the mood of the men.  Zyn was about to mutter a curse when further down the branching passages they heard what could only have been someone else’s voice.  Again they froze, though this time there was an added urgency to the action.  Voices meant something that could think, could react, get angry and skewer them.  Such fears were only added to when the voice became voice[i]s[/i], and Zyn swore they were louder.  More silence, during which the men were frozen still as statues.  Yet again the voices came back, even louder and closer.

 “Hunker down, now,” Grumiah whispered as quietly as possible.  Zyn found a particularly dark alcove completely shielded from the soft blue glow of the mushrooms, the light of which by now his eyes had adjusted to quite well, and laid down absolutely flat.  He stilled his breathing and stayed still watching and waiting as whatever it was now silently approached..

 They didn’t have to wait long.  A mere five feet in front of him through an intersecting passage a dark shape slid past, glistening oddly in the dark, a shimmering like that of hundreds of tiny water droplets, shining as diamonds.  Splotches of white were interspaced among it, especially along the underside.  On the whole though, it was largely indistinct in the dark except for the large head with a neck that almost seemed a part of the body, and the thick arms that hung alongside, ending in webbed hands.  There was also the complete absence of legs.  Instead it, like the fish they had encountered earlier, moved about horizontally above the floor, a giant, shimmering fluked tail lazily waving up and down behind it.  Immediately following was a similarly shaped creature, moving with a lazy indifference to its surroundings, completely oblivious to the possibility that there were intruders just feet from it.  The both of them passed by without the slightest indication that the seven interlopers were even there.

 Zyn held his breath the whole time and nearly forgot to breath until they passed.  Living creatures of myth had just “swam” through the air not feet away from him.  Even though he had just been introduced to a dragon not two days earlier, the amazement was no less.

 No one moved for the longest time, just laying in wait for the coast to be clear.  Not until they had not heard anything for a good five minutes did they so much as stir, checking this way and that making absolutely sure that they were alone.  “What the hell [i]were[/i] those things?” Pols whispered harshly.

 “Whadya think they were?” Lum said.

 “Those were lycanthropes?” Parn asked.

 “Well they sure weren’t altar boys,” Grumiah declared.

 Only minutes later a bit further down they heard more voices, and lo and behold something floated past about twenty yards ahead.  This time though, their form was much more human, albeit still with a large fluked tail rather than legs.

 “I’ll be damned,” Lum whispered.  “Actual merfolk.”  Beside him Grumiah chuckled.  “What?” Lum said somewhat defensively.

 The quartermaster just smiled.  “You sail across the seas enough times, you merfolk quite often.  And I mean mer[i]maids[/i] and not just the men.”

 “You sure those that was a mer?” Pols asked.  “Aren’t they supposed to have scaly... er, tails?  That one almost looked like a dolphin.”

 This time it was Lorian who smiled.  “That’s what the tales say they look like,” he said with dripping irony.
 
 “Are we sure that was a simple mer?” Parn asked.  “Cannot lycanthropes change forms though?”

 “Wait,” Lum said, “wouldn’t... are you saying those wereorca things were merfolk?”

       Lorian nodded.  “Generally, they are.  And as to Parn’s question, they can indeed do so.”

 “Then those two we almost bumped into were mer too, at least once upon and time, anyway,” Zyn said.

 “That one that just past wasn’t any lycanthrope,” Xayk cut in.

 “How do you know that?” Pols demanded.

 Xayk didn’t reply, he just stared off into space as if looking for something, fiddling with his cane as he silently twirled it through the air.  

 “Um,” Lum whispered to the other sailor, “he [i]is[/i] a dragon.”

 Feeling his bald head, Pols just shuddered.  “Don’t remind me.”

 “So, what then?” Grumiah tried to think it through, “Those are just normal, unaffected mers living right side by side with the cursed ones in the same cave?” he said dubiously.

 “I did talk about this yesterday already youngin,” Xayk said ever so testily, causing them all to take a collective gulp.

 “So [i]why[/i] are they tolerating each other?” Lorian ventured.

 “Don’t cha remember?  That’s the whole reason we’re down here; to find out exactly that.”

 Dusting themselves off, they continued following the dragon who now seemed to be in a turning frenzy; as the tunnels branched all the more as they descended they turned around more than a band of drunken fools.  Just when Xayk turned around about three times in a row, he darted his wrinkled form toward a small alcove only about three feet tall but extremely wide, wide enough almost for all of them to scrunch down side by side.  This in fact was exactly what Xayk then insisted they do, eliciting a few grumbles, Zyn included.  But they got down on their knees and followed Xayk through.

 Some scrapes and shoulder scrunching later, the midget sized tunnel blossomed out into a somewhat large, dimly lit chamber beyond.  It was here that Zyn could almost taste the taint in the air, filled with an unspeakable foulness that caused several of the men to cross themselves with the sign of the yew.  Was this the source of what he and Lum had felt just days ago?  Regardless, it seemed likely that whatever it was Xayk was interested in (somehow Zyn doubted that it was simply the reason the mers and wereorcas were coexisting; there had to be more to it than that), this could very well be it.  Which meant that no matter what any of them thought of all this they were coming along for the ride.

 Peeking past the edge that was now visible, Zyn saw the short passage open out about five feet above the floor of the chamber.  With walls adorned with sculptures long since faded to time and dust, the entire hall was dimly lit, with the exception of the center, where a large chiseled altar lay, flanked on the near side by two floating individuals in ornate, jeweled garments.  One, on the left, appeared to be a wereorca, the other a “normal” mer (as if such creatures could be considered normal).  If he had to guess, Zyn would have surmised they were both priests of some sort, what with their ornate clothes and the fact that they passed between them a large ritualistic looking knife decked with jewels.  Though their backs were turned toward the men as they huddled in their dark squat alcove, the tension between the lycanthrope and his “normal” counterpart was obvious; as the normal mer priest passed the knife and the were accepted it, they both held the stabbing implement for the same moment, neither letting go.  A brief look of challenge passed between the both of them, and for a moment Zyn thought someone was about to get stabbed.  The mer let go of the knife though, and turned to say a few words in some unknown tongue to the altar.

 Zyn craned his neck to see past the two priests to the altar itself.  The tongue he was speaking sounded wholly unnatural to his ears, a thin, high pitched collection of whistles, buzzes and trills.  What was he talking to; was he uttering some kind of spell or curse?

 At that moment the lycanthrope bobbed its tail and swam away (Zyn still couldn’t quite get over the fact that they were swimming through [i]air[/i]) revealing the altar had an occupant, and quite an unwilling one by the looks of it.  A mer was bound by hands, neck, and tail by taught chains that had to have been biting into his flesh; cuts and countless bruises splotching his otherwise healthy frame.  It wasn’t clear just what those two priests had in mind for the poor bastard chained to the altar, but it wasn’t liable to be pretty.

 The lycanthrope uttered more strange words in his high airy voice, and a strange light lit directly above the shrine; some crystal that had been dark before suddenly lit with a blinding light.  For a moment the men were worried that they’d now be seen, but Xayk motioned for them to hush.  As Zyn blinked his vision was almost entirely occupied by the singularly bright crystal; it was not one that illuminated well and only the altar and its immediate surroundings made clear by it.  

 Whatever it was, it gave Zyn the heeby jeebies.  Its light was less illumination than the fierce burning of souls, encapsulated in suffering.  If there had ever been an evil object that Zyn had laid his eyes upon, this was it.  The chained mer seemed to sense it too, squirming against his shackles in a futile effort to put any distance at all between him and that abomination.  The wereorca priest laughed at the captive’s discomfort, then ushered a few more words causing the crystal to darken once more.

 The mer priest snatched the crystal from its resting place, uttering a few profanities from the sound of it, prompting a couple of jeers from his counterpart.  Watching each other distrustfully, they both hovered cautiously out of the chamber, leaving the sacrificial victim behind and alone to contemplate his fate.

 “What do we do?” Lum whispered.  Zyn turned to Xayk to see if he had anything to say, but the dragon merely watched the chamber almost impassively.  Grumiah gazed at him, waiting for the dragon to say his piece, but Xayk remained silent.  Finally, the one-armed geezer gestured for the others to follow him as he crawled back a ways to ensure that their voices did not carry into the chamber.

 “Keep your voices down,” Grumiah cautioned, “we don’t know how our voices will carry in this cave.”

 “So are we just gonna lay here and let that poor bastard rot or no?” Lum suddenly demanded.

 “Oh yeah, and just what are we gonna do?” Pols demanded back, “just waltz right down there and spring him ourselves?”

 “Why not?” Grumiah said.  “There’s no one in there right now; he’s completely unguarded.  If we were to ever spring this guy, now’d be the time to do it.”

 “And we’d sneak him out how?” Lorian asked.  “He’s obviously of some importance to them being a living sacrifice, they’re not going to miss the fact that he’s gone.”

 “We could sneak out the same way we got in,” Lum pointed out.  “We got down here without raising any cries of alarm.”

 “Yes,” Lorian conceded, “but that was because Xayk led us down here past them.”  The men were silenced by that remark, and all eyes drifted to the old man who continued to stare out into the sacrifice chamber.

 Zyn sighed, then just spat out what they were all too afraid to ask.  “Well Xayk?  What are you going to do?”

 Xayk turned around and gazed at them curiously.  “You all look like grown men to me, I ain’t here to babysit you whippersnappers.”

 [i]Figures[/i].

 “Er, ok then,” Lum said, “Let’s grab that guy and get out outta here.”

 “Hey, hey,” Pols objected, “and we just [i]know[/i] the dragon’s gonna just guide us out again?”

 “Watch how ya talk about yer elders, youngin,” Xayk shot sternly.

 “Well are you going to guide us out or not?” Zyn demanded, politely of course.

 Xayk seemed to ponder this for a moment before replying, “Would you believe me if I said no?”

 Pols made a slapping motion across Lum’s head.  “See?”

 “Well, you really shouldn’t believe me all the time,” Xayk added..

 Lum blinked.  “Sooo, you’re not saying you won’t guide us?”

 “No.”

 “What?”

 “No as in no I won’t not decline to not negate an answer that doesn’t not end in a resounding no,” Xayk insisted.  “Whadya think I meant by it?”

 “Er...”

 “Look,” Zyn said, “If Xayk wants to screw us over he can do so at anytime, and if he does there isn’t much we can do to stop it anyways.  So let’s just go and prevent, I don’t know, [i]human sacrifice[/i] from occurring?” With that sudden declaration he turned about and proceeded to sneak down into the sacrifice chamber, the others too stupefied to stop him.

 “Hey!” Pols hissed after coming to his senses.  “It isn’t really ‘human’ sacrifice, you know?”

 “Yeah,” Lum said, “He’s a bit different and all, but then again so are you and that hasn’t stopped me from saving your sorry behind all these years,” and the bearded sailor promptly followed after Zyn, and himself was trailed by Grumiah.

 “Come on Pols,” the quartermaster commanded.  “We’re here now so we might as well do some good.”

 “Damnit,” Pols muttered, “Why do I always end up with the crazies?”

 In a minute all six of them were crouched low on the floor of the sacrificial chamber, sticking to the shadows, to be joined by Xayk who effortlessly and silently jumped down.  The shrine’s illumination was principally from the mushrooms, which seemed to have been cultivated to grow around the altar providing it with a great deal of light.  This in and of itself made approaching the altar itself risky, but Xayk insisted that the coast was clear.  Shrugging, Zyn and the sailors exchanged looks, during which Pols grumbled heavily under his breath, and they all scurried straight to the altar.  [i]Here’s hoping the dragon isn’t screwing us,[/i] Zyn thought.

 The mer chained to the altar caught sight of the men and craned his head as far up as his neck brace would allow.  Absurdly huge, black eyes widening, he said something in some alien tongue to them as they approached, and Zyn couldn’t help but wince at the more than desirable volume.

 Lum made a slashing motion with his hand, hoping the mer understood.  “Just keep quiet, fishboy, we’re here to get your ass outta here.”

 “I’m not a fish, nor am I a boy,” the mer responded rather irately in Common.  At least they wouldn’t be having a communication problem.  Thank Eli for small mercies.

 “Stow it, fishboy,” Pols shot.  “Ain’t a good idea to get into silly fusses with the people who’re here to rescue you.”  They finally reached the captive, tied down with his chains which they began feverishly undoing.

 Snapping the last of the off, Grumiah helped the mer up and declared, “Now come on, we’ve got him so we’re getting out of here [i]now[/i].”

 “Uh,” Zyn said, looking at Xayk, “If that’s alright with you.”

 Xayk suddenly grinned, which didn’t quite make Zyn feel better.  “Only if you dance with me!”

 Zyn wasn’t quite sure how to react to that one.  “Er, does... now?”

 “Nah, maybe a bit later.  Right now we have to get back and have a party with Steve!”
 		 	   		  

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