Once again, a deafening silence hung over the abandoned warehouse. And the reason for this silence was the spectacle witnessed by Sam, Crowley, and Rowena. Their gazes were fixed on the projection that Castiel had created, deciding to show what was happening on the edge of the Universe, where Alex and Dean were currently fighting Chuck.
Sam could not tear his eyes away from the projection because he could not believe what he was seeing before him. Even though he had received memories from Alex that answered all the questions he might have asked, Sam still could not believe that Dean possessed such colossal power.
Everything—from running down the wall into the abyss straight toward the center of the planet to using falling massive stone boulders as platforms for jumping—everything caused Sam overwhelming shock. He wanted to think that Dean was still the same older brother he had grown up with and with whom he had gone through many trials.
But the sight of Dean launching Alex at such speed that he left a trail of plasma behind forced Sam to experience colossal shock from what he saw. Sam could barely accept that his brother possessed such power. Sam did not even have the strength to ask even one question about Dean's power when he saw that the boulder on which Alex and Dean were standing began to approach the planet's core.
Rowena and Crowley, watching all this, also had difficulty accepting what Dean had become. For them, he was still that guy who constantly drove his Impala, drank cheap beer, wore the same clothes, and ate unhealthy food in cheap diners.
"Dean Winchester became... What the hell did he become?! What the hell is all this? Are we watching some futuristic movie?" Crowley spoke in a stunned tone, barely accepting what he was seeing.
"Fergus, listen to my advice... Don't try to understand what's happening. You may have been the King of Hell... But all this is far beyond your comprehension," Rowena spoke, experiencing strong shock herself from what was happening on the screen.
Even though Rowena had spoken these words trying to sound as calm as possible, she was experiencing no less shock than Sam and Crowley. In her eyes, Dean was still a rude boor who could only be rude or use brute physical force.
And now the sight of what Dean was truly capable of made her flinch at every moment when he entered the fight. She quickly came to terms with what Alex was capable of—for her, it seemed so natural that she even wanted to say she was not surprised in the slightest.
When Alex and Dean landed on the surface of the planet's core, which was a massive metal sphere compressed under enormous pressure, Sam began to peer tensely at the screen, trying to make out Chuck among the pile of fallen stones. And a few moments later, Sam saw something that made his body shudder.
Even though the projection Castiel was showing became covered with strange static interference, it still caused Sam a terrible feeling, as if a person should not look at what Chuck truly was at all. Even Crowley and Rowena felt an icy shiver just by glancing at the interference distorting the projection screen.
"Cas, don't tell me you need to adjust your angelic antenna? Because some interference appeared on your angelic TV," Sam said, turning to Castiel and trying to understand what was happening.
"This is not something you should be looking at. Chuck's true form is something completely different," Castiel spoke, shaking his head and gently hinting that the interference on the projection was his doing.
"What's so special about Chuck's true form that we shouldn't see it? Does he look so disgusting that we won't be able to sleep afterward? I don't sleep anyway, and I've seen a lot; it's unlikely you'll surprise me with something like that," Crowley threw out contemptuously, showing that he did not care at all what Chuck looked like.
"Rather the opposite. Even though Chuck is just a weak and inferior being of his kind, his true appearance will cause blood to flow from your eyes, your brains will turn into complete mush, and your souls will simply rot from corruption and madness. Without special protection for the mind and soul, ordinary beings cannot comprehend such entities," Castiel explained in a calm tone what awaited everyone who saw Chuck's true form.
"It's not like that, right? Truth?.. How can something exist that causes such horrors just by its appearance? Where do such creatures even come from?" Rowena asked, laughing nervously, still trying to deny that it was possible until the last moment.
"They are born where you cannot go without an invitation... You don't need to know more," Castiel cut her off, making it clear he was not going to develop the topic.
Sam nodded understandingly. Even though he had received memories from Alex about who Chuck really was, it was important for him to get confirmation from Castiel as well. At least this gave Sam the understanding that Dean was now capable of confronting beings of such a level and not dying the terrible death that Castiel had just described.
Feeling relief for his brother's safety, Sam turned his gaze back to the projection, mentally hoping that the situation on the edge of the Universe would not become even more large-scale. All he could do now was mentally wish Alex and Dean luck and wait for their return. After all, the three of them were definitely in for a long and difficult conversation related to hiding the truth and many other things, including their common plans for the future.
At the same time, Alex and Dean watched as the parts of Chuck's body that had scattered in all directions slowly crawled toward one point, restoring the enemy's former disgusting appearance. They patiently waited because they needed Chuck to take his final form.
At the same time, Dean felt a strange sense of excitement about what appearance Chuck would take this time. Would he return to his previous humanoid slime form or take on a completely different appearance—Dean wanted to see it in any case.
Gradually, Alex and Dean began to notice that Chuck's new form was becoming unnaturally huge, increasingly resembling a formless terrifying monster rather than anything humanoid.
"Listen, what's up with him? He started turning into some kind of slime. Maybe this is the final stage of Pokémon evolution?" Dean asked, pointing at the formless writhing mass that had once been Chuck.
"Rather, it's degradation. We beat him up too badly, and in the end, he just turns into what he originally was," Alex said thoughtfully, running his hand through his hair and brushing it back.
"So we hit him on the head too often, and in the end, he turned into a crazy monster that only wants to absorb and grow?" Dean clarified with interest, trying to find the right explanation for what he saw.
"Essentially, you're right. Now his entire personality is nothing more than a mindless, eternally hungry creature that only wants to devour everything in its path," Alex nodded, confirming Dean's guess.
"Shit... That sucks. But I'm not surprised," Dean shrugged carelessly, thinking that the current situation was unlikely to get any stranger.
Alex just laughed at Dean's reaction and turned his gaze back to the formless mass, which continued to writhe and grow larger. Seeing this, Alex finally became convinced that Nyan-Nyan had been so lazy to create Chuck that she had simply caught a random Shoggoth and molded a puppet out of it, whose real name was Stanley Pinkman.
Alex understood the biology of Shoggoths well and knew that ordinary creatures needed biomass to grow. But a creature like Chuck needed nothing to grow to colossal sizes. And while Alex was immersed in his thoughts, watching the writhing black slime, and Dean scanned the entire process with lively interest, the creature finally drew in all the parts of its body that had been scattered across the metal core of the planet.
When the last part of Chuck returned to him, his body began to emit a strange sound similar to a whistle. Hearing this whistle reminiscent of a flute sound, Alex and Dean jumped back. And at that very moment, in the place where Alex and Dean had stood earlier, space cracked like glass. From the rift, writhing tentacles covered with mouths full of sharp teeth and sharp spikes emerged.
Jumping back, Alex quickly drew Yamato and made one swing, severing the tentacles protruding from the spatial rift. When Alex cut off the tentacles, the massive slime that Chuck had turned into let out a loud scream that sounded from every mouth on its body.
From the loud scream that Chuck emitted, a powerful shockwave spread in all directions, shaking the planet's core and causing deep cracks everywhere, including the very fabric of space. Before this wave could reach them, Alex sharply thrust Yamato into the metal base and quickly clapped his hands, generating a counter destructive impulse.
The two shockwaves collided in the middle with a roar, creating even more chaos. In the very epicenter of their collision, a colossal rift in space formed, which, like a black hole, began to rapidly suck in everything around it. Feeling his feet lifting off the metal surface, Dean drove the Blade of Cain into the metal with a death grip, holding himself in place so he would not be dragged into the abyss.
Chuck's massive slimy carcass also began to be sucked into the opened rift. From the writhing body of the monster, long tentacles covered with sharp bone spikes immediately grew, which it convulsively dug into the surface of the planet's core, desperately trying to resist the pull.
Gripping the handle of the Blade of Cain tightly so he would not be sucked into the rift, Dean looked into the raging void but saw nothing but distorting waves and impenetrable blackness.
"Dude! Do something about this! A little more and this hole will suck in everything! We didn't agree to ride through black holes!" Dean shouted, desperately trying to shout over the rapid streams of wind that roared wildly in his ears.
"Now! Just hold on tight," Alex shouted back, spreading his arms to the sides.
When Alex spread his arms to the sides, his fingers began to burn with black flame. Clenching his fingers, Alex literally grabbed the very fabric of space and began to forcefully pull the edges of the rift together before it could grow even larger and swallow not only this planet but everything around it.
As soon as the spatial breach closed with a dry clap, Dean heavily collapsed onto the smooth metal surface of the core and wearily turned his gaze to Alex. Dean's eyes held too many words he would have liked to say at that moment. Somehow pulling the Blade of Cain out of the pierced monolith, Dean got to his feet and silently gave Alex a thumbs up.
But before he could lower his hand, he felt something slimy and cold wrapping around his ankle. Lowering his gaze, Dean saw that right under his feet, a long tentacle had crawled out of a crack in the metal core, gripping his leg in a death hold. Dean's gaze instantly became completely empty, and a heavy, doomed sigh escaped his mouth. He understood all too well what was about to happen.
"Well... Fuck!" Dean said irritably, feeling the tentacle grip his leg tightly.
As soon as Dean cursed, deep cracks spread across the planet's metal core. The writhing tentacle holding him by the ankle suddenly tightened. Before Dean could cut off the appendage, he was jerked high into the air and began to be spun at insane speed. He only managed to feel the world around him turn into a blurred carousel, after which there was a sharp jerk and a whistling impact.
With monstrous force, Chuck launched Dean into the wall, turning him into a living cannonball that pierced straight through the thickness of hard rock. Seeing what had happened to Dean, Alex just snorted, mentally noting that in battle one should always follow the golden rule: Constant Vigilance.
"Dean, you okay there?!" Alex shouted, turning his gaze to the hole in the wall of compressed basalt that Dean had punched with his body.
"As soon as I get out of here, I'm gonna fuck this bastard up!" Dean's angry shout rang out from the depths of the crevice.
Hearing Dean's angry shout, Alex realized he was fine. While Alex was distracted, Chuck did not waste time: he launched his appendages deep into the metal thickness of the core, using them like roots. Thanks to the fact that the monolith was already covered with deep cracks from the recent spatial rift, it was not difficult for Chuck to penetrate into the very depths of the compressed billions of tons of metal.
Feeling a barely noticeable tremor under his feet, Alex instantly did a backflip. And at that very moment, in the place where he had stood a second earlier, a massive bone tentacle shot out, screeching against the metal.
As soon as he landed, Alex sharply rushed forward and grabbed it with both hands in a death grip. Feeling Chuck convulsively trying to pull the appendage back underground, Alex only gripped the slimy flesh covered with sharp bone growths tighter.
"Oh no, Stanley, my boy. If you've decided to make a sneaky attack, then be so kind as to be ready for the consequences," Alex snorted, forcefully wrapping the bone tentacle around his arms.
Having wrapped the slimy tentacle around his arms, Alex sharply yanked it toward himself. At that very moment, the huge slimy mass slammed into the surface of the planet's core with a dull crash. Seeing that the technique had worked, Alex smiled widely, as if he had found a new fun toy.
Without wasting time, he pulled the appendage toward himself powerfully once more, and Chuck's massive jelly-like body slammed into the metal surface again with a wet slap. Alex began sharply jerking the tentacle, and each time Chuck's enormous carcass crushed devastatingly into the planet's core. From these impacts, deep cracks began to spread across the entire core, from which new appendages covered with sharp bones immediately began to sprout.
And while Alex enthusiastically dragged Chuck's massive body through the narrow cracks in the core, Dean finally got out of the crevice in the compressed basalt that he had punched with his own body. He flew out of the wall with a deafening crash, scattering heavy pieces of rock in all directions.
"Where are you, you bastard! Come out! I'm gonna mess you up so bad you won't even be able to turn into slime!" Dean's angry shout rang out, echoing across the center of the planet.
"Stop yelling! And help me drag this bastard through the cracks in the core. Since he loves crawling through crevices so much, let's help him!" Alex shouted, unceremoniously interrupting Dean's angry tirade.
Hearing Alex's command, Dean quickly turned his gaze and saw how he was holding Chuck's tentacle protruding from the surface of the metal core and pulling it toward himself with all his might. Dean instantly understood what Alex was trying to achieve, and a sinister laugh escaped his lips—the likes of which he had never had before.
Running up to the appendage protruding from the pierced monolith, Dean grabbed it with a death grip. The creature's bone spikes tightly wrapped around the black armor on Dean's arms. Holding the tentacle firmly, Dean looked at Alex and nodded his head, showing that he was holding the tentacle.
"Then... One, two, pull!" Alex shouted, and they synchronously began to pull the tentacle toward themselves.
When Alex and Dean began pulling the tentacle toward themselves with wild force, Chuck's massive jelly-like body slammed flat into the surface of the core again. Only this time, Chuck was not given a single chance to rise. Gradually, his enormous carcass, with wet squelching and the crunch of breaking bones, began to be forcibly squeezed through the narrow cracks in the planet's monolith.
The harder Alex and Dean pulled the appendages toward themselves, the deeper Chuck's massive body was forced through the tectonic fissures. In such a situation, Chuck could no longer control his form or timely sever his own tentacles—he had to ooze under colossal pressure into places where his gigantic volume simply did not fit.
The crunch of bones and the sound of something bursting with a crack echoed throughout the center of the almost destroyed world while Alex and Dean slowly ground Chuck using the planet's core. When the monster's mangled body was halfway gone into the fissure, Alex and Dean simultaneously stopped and exchanged glances.
"And now in different directions. Let's tear this bastard in two!" Alex shouted, explaining to Dean what to do next.
"Now this I like much more! Let's tear this bastard in half and see if he can recover after that!" Dean laughed loudly, bracing his feet against the metal and beginning to pull the tentacle in the opposite direction from Alex.
Alex and Dean began pulling the tentacles in different directions, literally tearing Chuck's massive body apart inside the compressed metal core of the planet. With each of their steps, a crash sounded inside the core, and the cracks grew larger. Soon, black viscous liquid began to seep from every crack, resembling slime mixed with bones ground to dust.
The black slime gradually painted the metal surface of the planet's core black. Chuck's massive body practically disappeared into the fissure, leaving dozens of screaming mouths on the surface that howled in pain, emitting terrible screams. But the fact that Chuck's scream caused destruction around them did not stop Alex and Dean at all. Soon Chuck's scream began to fade as the remains of his body disappeared into the cracks of the planet's core.
When Chuck's scream finally died down, Alex and Dean stopped and released the tentacles, which fell limply at their feet. Alex's eyes sparkled for a moment as he began to watch what was happening inside the planet's core.
Through the thickness of the compressed metal, Alex saw that Chuck's slime had filled every fissure that had formed in the planet's core. And what did not surprise Alex was that even in this state, Chuck was still alive. Dean, on the other side, looked at Alex and took a step forward. A moment later, he was beside him and thoughtfully stared at the fissures under their feet, from which black slime was still seeping.
"Is this bastard Chuck dead or what?" Dean asked with interest, squatting down next to Alex and peering into the fissure in the planet's core.
"Unfortunately, this bastard is as tenacious as all the bastards before him. Right now, Chuck is nothing more than a formless mass in the planet's core. But soon he'll come to his senses again," Alex said with a sigh, lighting a cigarette and turning his head toward Dean.
"You're fucking kidding me! We literally turned him into mush using the planet's core. How the hell can this scum survive in such conditions?" Dean cursed irritably, starting to get angry because Chuck did not want to die for good.
"You need something more than a planet's core. I've had to literally erase such bastards to kill them... Although Chuck is an order of magnitude weaker than those I've dealt with," Alex said, flicking the ash from his cigarette.
"And what next? Gonna hit him with your powerful move? Or should we hit him together?" Dean asked with interest, rising from his squat.
"I don't really care. We can hit Chuck together. You can hit him yourself, or I can hit him myself. Basically, it doesn't matter what or how. The main thing is to finish off this scum already... Because I already want to rest and drink something," Alex yawned lazily, wearily waving his hand.
Dean rubbed his face with his hand, looking at Alex's lazy expression. Seeing all this, Dean completely lost any motivation to do anything. After all, he had already taken enough revenge on Chuck, pouring out all his accumulated anger. And exactly how this bastard would die now did not matter to him at all.
Stopping rubbing his cheek, Dean patted Alex on the shoulder, showing that he could do everything himself from now on. Seeing that Dean had decided to step aside, Alex nodded and pointed his hand upward, making it clear that they needed to leave the planet's core itself. Dean understood everything and immediately pushed off from the metal surface, jumping upward.
Turning in flight, he slightly miscalculated his strength during the jump and landed on the basalt platform with a crash, sinking knee-deep into the solid tectonic rock. Pulling his legs out of the basalt, Dean slightly shook his ankle, shaking small stones out of his shoes. Alex landed softly next to him, still holding a cigarette in his hand.
"And what next? Gonna show a light show or something cooler?" Dean asked, continuing to shake small crumbs out of his boot.
"Everything together. Watch carefully. Have you ever seen a supernova up close?" Alex asked, extending his open palm toward the planet's core.
"Super-what?" Dean asked in bewilderment, not understanding at all what Alex was talking about.
"Supernova... Okay, watch. You'll see everything now. The spectacle is truly wonderful," Alex replied and understandingly shook his head, noticing the sincere confusion on Dean's face.
Dean raised an eyebrow at Alex's answer and just shrugged. After all, if Alex said the spectacle was truly stunning, then why not enjoy it. At that moment, Alex began to slowly clench his palm into a fist, and along with his gesture, the multi-billion-ton metal core of the planet began to rapidly shrink.
Dean saw the huge sphere becoming smaller and smaller with each moment. And the harder the core shrank, the heavier and denser the surrounding environment became. From the wild pressure, the basalt rock began to break off from the walls and be pulled toward the metal center, compressing together with it.
A few moments later, the huge sphere had shrunk to half its original size. Alex and Dean were hanging upside down, continuing to stand on the basalt platform, watching the core become tiny. Soon it shrank to such a state that powerful beams of light began to burst through the stuck-on rock, indicating colossal energy releases.
These beams were so powerful that they burned through the solid basalt completely, causing it to melt. Dean almost whistled at what he saw, comparing the core to a huge disco ball the size of the moon. But at the same time, he felt a strange premonition that for some reason everything was going wrong again.
"Um, I hope everything is normal and it's supposed to be like this?" Dean asked suspiciously, pointing at the brightly sparkling planet's core.
"No... It seems I screwed up and overdid it a bit," Alex said in a dry tone, forcing an awkward smile and looking at Dean.
"What the fuck does 'you screwed up' mean?!" Dean shouted, instantly grabbing Alex by the collar.
"Well, maybe I squeezed the planet's core a little harder than necessary. And possibly didn't take into account that Chuck's body is also a source of energy," Alex replied in a dry tone, looking away while Dean furiously held him by the collar.
"How bad is it?! Talk fast!" Dean barked, starting to shake Alex with all his might.
"We kind of need to run... Because this sector of the Galaxy will soon cease to exist," Alex said with a chuckle, showing that everything was not so bad.
Dean froze in place, and his grip on Alex's collar weakened for a moment. Dean did not understand all this scientific nonsense and constantly ignored it if it did not concern work and hunting monsters. But even he understood that the destruction of an entire sector of the Galaxy was on a very large scale.
In Dean's mind, it was akin to America simply ceasing to exist in one moment from one big explosion that would wipe it off the face of the Earth. Imagining such a scale, Dean shuddered. Turning his head toward the planet's core, which was beginning to shine brighter with each moment, Dean realized that there was almost no time left.
"Get us out of here, you bastard! You started this, so you get us out! And make it quick, I don't want to test whether I can withstand such an explosion!" Dean shouted, grabbing Alex by the collar again and pointing at the planet's core, which could explode at any moment.
Alex exaggeratedly rolled his eyes, wanting to say that he could easily protect them, and then they would see such an explosion from the front row. But, watching Dean's panicked reaction, Alex just sighed and snapped his fingers. At that same moment, they found themselves on an unnamed planet that somewhat resembled the Moon.
Looking around, Dean breathed a sigh of relief, even though they were in complete vacuum. Dean did not even try to understand how and why he was breathing normally in airless space; he was only worried that he had not been left in the epicenter of the explosion that was supposed to destroy an entire sector of the Galaxy.
Alex, meanwhile, calmly looked in the direction where the collapse was about to boom at any moment. Finally calming down, Dean looked at Alex and thought about why they had not returned to Earth yet.
"And why didn't you take us home?" Dean asked, pushing Alex on the shoulder to get his attention.
"You yourself wanted to watch the show. It will be best visible from here," Alex said, pointing his finger in the direction to look.
"Are we definitely not going to get hit?" Dean asked, squinting his eyes, wanting to make sure they were outside the radius of such a powerful explosion.
"We definitely won't get hit. So we can safely sit down and wait for the explosion," Alex said casually, pulling two folding beach chairs out of his inventory.
Hearing the answer, Dean held his gaze on Alex for a moment, then looked at the chair. After a slight pause, he shrugged and fell into the seat with a grin, throwing his hands behind his head. At that moment, his thoughts were simple: since nothing threatened them, they could calmly enjoy the spectacle that you don't see every day.
Alex sat down next to him and pulled two bottles of beer out of his inventory. Handing one to Dean, he opened his own bottle and casually tossed the metal cap aside—it slowly floated in the vacuum. Alex and Dean clinked their bottles briefly, took a good swig each, and breathed out with relief.
And as soon as they stretched out their legs and completely relaxed, a bright flash of multicolored light flared up in front of them, which began to expand wildly, swallowing everything around. Alex and Dean silently watched as the wave of light erased space, growing to such colossal sizes that it was probably visible from neighboring sectors of the Galaxy.
Dean, mesmerized by the process, could not help but admit that the spectacle was truly captivating. After a short time, the multicolored glow stopped expanding in all directions and began to rapidly shrink back into a point. When the light finally disappeared, the places it had touched became completely empty. Everything was gone—only the solid, dead blackness of open space remained.
"You were right... It really is an unforgettable spectacle... I hope Amara won't be offended that we blew up a bit of her universe," Dean said, still under the impression, taking a sip of beer.
"She doesn't mind... Especially since all the worlds in that sector are desert planets," Alex replied, carelessly crossing his leg over the other and taking a sip of beer.
"Then okay... Because I somehow don't want to hear about how we blew up part of the Galaxy... Hmm, and we really did blow up part of the Galaxy. Sammy's gonna shit his pants if he finds out about this," Dean spoke thoughtfully, and then laughed, realizing what they had done.
"Now you can brag that you killed Hitler and blew up part of the Galaxy. Only no one will believe you anyway," Alex said with a chuckle, pointing his bottle of beer at Dean.
"Shit, dude. You hit below the belt... Okay, screw you. Let's finish the beer and go home. We did kill this bastard... Or not?" Dean said irritably, hitting Alex on the shoulder, and then looked at him thoughtfully.
"I think so. Right, Nyan-Nyan?" Alex said with a sigh, turning his head back.
Hearing this name, Dean instantly froze in place. And at that very moment, he caught the clear sound of footsteps behind him. Dean wanted to turn his head when space split right in front of him, and a slimy tentacle flew out from there, dragging him inside the rift with a death grip.
Dean only managed to curse loudly before the portal collapsed. Seeing what had happened to Dean, Alex wearily looked at Nyan-Nyan, who made an innocent smile as if she had not done it at all. Sighing once again, Alex pinched the bridge of his nose.
At least Nyan-Nyan had decided to send Dean to Earth rather than abandon him on some other desert planet so he would simply not interfere with their conversation. Nyan-Nyan slowly approached Alex and stood behind him, gently wrapping her arms around his neck.
"It's been a while, darling. I missed you," Nyan-Nyan said, smoothly running her nails across Alex's chest.
"It's been a little over six months since our last meeting. And we talk from time to time. Besides, our daughters visit you regularly," Alex said in a dry tone, reaching into his pocket for a cigarette.
"Hmmm, you're right. But I still missed you... And we should probably talk about the fact that you accepted a gift from that Skinny Whore... Or am I wrong?" Nyan-Nyan drawled, smoothly walking around Alex and sitting on his lap, tightly wrapping her arms around his neck.
Looking into Nyan-Nyan's eyes, which dangerously glowed with the colors of other worlds, Alex realized that a far from peaceful, but rather a very difficult conversation awaited him. And he sincerely hoped that Lady Death would not decide to show up right at such a moment, so the situation would not escalate to the limit. Seeing Alex's gaze, Nyan-Nyan gently ran her palm over his cheek and cutely squinted, clearly showing that this conversation would take place anyway, whether he wanted it or not.
To be continued...
(Holy shit, this is the end of this arc. I don't even know what to say. We've really come a long way through this entire arc. I've shown so many intertwined plots in this world, and Alex has changed the fate of so many people. And finally, this arc is over. I even feel a strange feeling inside. Hmm... A little sad. Oh well, where one adventure ends, a new one begins, right, my dear friends. Next on the list is Alex and Din's sudden adventure in Midgar. And now I can boast that I bought FF7 Rebith on sale, and I'll be able to see what else this world's story has to offer. In the meantime, I'm going to go get something to eat. Peace, love, and that's all, folks.)
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