(Take a look at the Cast list before reading this chapter. It's been.. updated..)
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It was our last day in Atlanta sadly, I missed being home. But, before we left, I had to make sure we did one thing..
"When he calls you, just walk out and you can take your drinks with you or whatever." I smiled at the producer with a nod, my head dropping back on the couch in exhaustion. I had barely slept in the past few days to be honest, everything was so hyped that Robyn and I spent most nights either partying with her crew or with mine. It was lit though.
"Haaa look at the bitch nigga, hi bitch nigga!" I raised my middle finger at DC when he walked into the greenroom. "I'm about to flame your ass boyy."
I chuckled and raised my head, taking a sip of my red bull. "Don't play with fire, J. I will light you up." He smacked his lips before waving his hand just as he was walled to get ready. "I'll see you out there bro."
"I'm not gonna do good." I looked over at Robyn who was swirling the ice in her drink with her finger before licking off the liquid. "I cannot do that 'off the top' shit."
"You'll be good, I got your back." I pressed my lips to her cheek and poured my red bull into the black solo cup. "Just do how you do me when I get on your nerves. You sure know how to go off the top then." She grabbed my hand and we walked out of the room to the entrance, waiting to be called in.
"Yeah, I am good at roasting you huh?" I rolled my eyes when she laughed to herself. "Okay, I got it."
Of course. My head raised when I heard cheering before Nick started to speak into the mic. "The two people I'm about to bring out right now.. I'd be surprised if y'all didn't know them. They been breaking the internet left right and center, changing the world and being Icons together. Give it up for Atlanta's own international dancer Y/n and the international Grammy award winning artist Rihanna."
I let Robyn walk out in front of me as I waved at the crowd, giving Nick a bro hug after he hugged her. "Look at them just drippin' in they Tommy Hilfiger, okay twinsss." He said when he noticed our matching designer jean jackets atop the Wild N' Out hoodies. "Y'all ready?" I nodded and raised my cup. "They ready so we might as well kick it off with a classic game it's called pick up and kill it and kill it and kill it.."
I nodded my head along to the beat as two guys walked up, I forgot their names to be honest. There were too many of these motherfuckers. "The topic is Army." The DJ said.
"Talk 'bout the army, Con stay in your place." Oh Conceited! That was the little guy. "I talk to your girl and she all about-face."
I snorted. That was clever. "She all about-face but yeah I don't like it. Your girl like the captain, she talk to the private."
"That was good." Robyn said in my ear and I nodded along, watching them go back and forth until someone couldn't rebuttal. When it came to Nick, Robyn stood up and I watched with raised eyebrows when she grabbed the mic and strutted forward. Okay babyy.
"The topic is.. Rihanna songs." I laughed under my breath. This would be good.
Nick nodded and stepped forward with a smirk. "Yeah, I'm a daddy, they call me big papi. I'll Pour It Up on you then ask you What Now?" I shook my head softly. That was wack.
"Okay," I smiled when Robyn giggled softly. "Ask me What Now? Can't you see my frown? Don't have me get Y/nn to make you a Man Down."
I nodded and playfully stepped forward while flinching at Nick who held up his hands. "Man Down? Girl stop actin' fake and let me get a piece of that Birthday Cake."
"Aye." I said when he stepped closer to her, my finger pointing at him and he laughed before backing up.
"My birthday cake? Now you know you a liar, you got FourFiveSeconds 'fore I send you Higher." She raised her hand like she would backhand his and he covered his head while backing away quickly.
"I ain't tryna see Heaven yet!" She walked back over to me at the beat of the song and I nodded with my hands up, giving her a highfive as everyone cheered for her.
"You killed that shit, Shawty." I said and she danced happily before leaning against me as we watched the rest of the players go until the DJ rung the bell.
"DJ D-Rek, who won that round?"
We all looked at him. "Imma have to give it to the Black Squad." I nodded and playfully popped Robyn's collar as Nick smacked his lips.
"They didn't come to play. We got a lot more coming, aye DJ D-Rek, take us out."
The crowd started to chant 'Wildin' repeatedly until I guess the 'commercial break' happened. That gave us time to get our drinks refilled or whatever as they set up for the next game.
"No but for real." I said as I sat on the bench, Robyn's legs draped over my lap. "What's a Stunna lip?" I asked when she grabbed her lipstick from Jen who walked out.
"It's a lip paint I created that is liquid but dries as a matte finish." I hummed as she started to put it on. "It's really good because it's weightless so.. it feel like there's nothing on." I nodded subconsciously and leaned over, pressing a kiss to her shoulder before trailing up to her jawline. "What are you doing? Stop." She laughed out and pushed me back.
"I'm sorry.. I just love when you talk makeup to me. Makes me all.. hot inside." She smacked my shoulder with a laugh. "Seriously.. it's the dirty talk I crave-"
"Y/n, shut up." I pressed another kiss to her cheek before grabbing my cup and facing forward when the producer called ten seconds.
The music shit came back in and the crowd did their chant. "Atlanta make some noise." Nick said into the mic. "We got Rihanna and Y/n in the building." I smiled and looked at my girl before bringing my cup to my lips.
"This next game is Plead the Fifth. Y/n and I will take the stand and tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Both sides will try to get the other to Plead the Fifth. Whoever pleads first loses. Let's get it."
After I settled on the seat behind the little cage shit, I looked up and shook my head instantly when DC started to walk out. "Y/n," I nodded softly when he leaned on the cage. "We go way back, correct?"
"Preschool." I answered and he nodded softly.
"Exactly, we fell out sadly 'cause I got funny and you went to school but," He paused when they laughed. "I just wanna know.. is eating ass still your favorite pass time?" I opened my mouth and let out low laugh when everyone started to be instigating asses. "I remember you telling me you enjoyed that so.."
"Um," I rubbed down my face and huffed before leaning forward. "I haven't done it in a while so I'm gonna say no..." I said and he looked at Robyn pointedly.
"She ain't eating your ass- oh she don't love you." I smacked my lips when he walked off, Justina from my team then walking up. "Hello Nick, how are you? I don't care." I snorted when she leaned against the railing. "If you could have sex.. again with any of the Wild N' Out girls here, who would you choose?"
I leaned over and smirked, watching him wipe his forehead with a towel. "Um.. I wouldn't have sex with any of them-"
"Yeah right!" I called out at him and he pointed at me. "Liar."
"I wouldn't." Justina hummed sarcastically and walked away, leaving me on the stand again. Emmanuel soon walked up to me and he stared silently, looking me up and down. "So you're a dancer, an entrepreneur, Rihanna's bitch." I snorted and leaned back in my seat. "I just want to know.. was your clubbing altercation with Mr. Champagne Papi because of that.. heartfelt VMA's speech? If not, what was it about?"
"Good question." Nick said with a clap.
"Well," I rubbed my jaw, trying to answer the question without dishing out like I was on Oprah. "I don't take disrespect." I said simply with a nod. He continued to stare at me. "You said was it for another reason, I said the reason. Get out of here." I joked.
He playfully flinched with his hands up. "I don't want to go night night nigga, I'm sorry." I chuckled and shook my head, watching another person go up to Nick, he didn't plead so that left me again. It was B. Simone.. I knew her. Hm. "Hey baby daddy." She said and my eyebrows shot up at her words. "Ima make this quick since I know that's how you like it." I let out a 'pfft' and shook my head in disagreement. "I'm all about art and painting so.. where exactly do you paint your nut when with RiRi? Her luscious forehead.. ass.. them walls? We wanna know."
I dropped forward and rested my head on the rails in front of me as everyone went crazy. Well shit. I looked over at my girlfriend and saw her looking up at nothing with her arms crossed and lips pursed. No damn help. "Um.." I chuckled and looked back at B. Simone. I knew exactly where the last place I came.. "I- no I plead the fifth."
"Yessir." I shook my head at Nick and looked down, still chuckling to myself. "My squad didn't come to play. DJ take us outtt."
I stepped out of the booth and gave Robyn a look. "No help at all." I said and she raised her hands.
I then took this time to go into the crowd since I had a special guest.. "Mamaaa."
She raised up and gave me a hug. "Y'all look like you're having so much fun up there. It's a ittle dirty though yeah?"
"A little yeah. You got goosebumps and stuff, you want my jacket?" I asked but was already taking it off and pulling it around her shoulder.
"Thanks Y/nn. Are y'all still coming for dinner?"
I gave her a look. "Oxtails with rice and gravy? Heck yeah we're coming over." I looked up when my name was called. "I gotta go, let me know if you need anything."
"Y/n, can I get a quick picture?" I nodded and knelt beside the guy before holding a 'W' up for west side. "Me too?" I looked up with a wince and held my finger up at Robyn before taking another with a girl.. then another guy.. and another.
"Miss popular, we need you back to the stage." Nick said into the mic and I chuckled before raising up and jogging down the steps and making my way to the stage that was set up with a bull. "This one game is called bullspittin'. We ride this mechanical bull and freestyle with whatever word comes on the screen until you hit the mat, y'all ready?"
Nick went first and.. he sucked to be honest but that wasn't my business. Robyn said she wasn't about to ride anything unless it was me so I took the next one.
"We don't do this shit in ATL." I said, sitting on the bull as I shook my head. I then looked up and saw the word on the board. Fast. "Okay, my mama here tonight and I hope she don't whoop my ass. I know I'm cursin a lot ma, lemme win this belt real fast." I chuckled when the bull swung my ass around.
Heisman was the next word. "Oh I got one of those. Listen, I never call my girl a trophy wife, but imma be her Heisman. I be waving adios to the hoes and let my baby do the ridin." I winked at Robyn and she laughed softly. Pack. "Aye, you know imma big dog in the sack. All my boys call me the alpha, not just cause I lead the pack."
"Oh shit," I mumbled when it tossed me up but I gripped the rope and pulled tighter to see kick was the next word. This shit was getting hard. "Shit, Batman, that man could never be me. Robyn not my sidekick, she my main chick, you know I'm on the winning team."
The crowd cheered and I was damn near about to fly off but I wanted one more. "Frank? What the fu- okay. Uh I wake and bake to start my day. She said daddy whats for breakfast? I put this frank on her plate." I heard the bell just as it swung me harshly and sent me flying onto the mat below me.
"I don't get it." DC said. "Frank?"
"Frank hot dogs dummy." Chico Bean said and he 'ohed' with a nod.
"Okay.. I'm gonna go." I clapped Robyn on when she pulled the gloves off my hand and climbed onto the jumped hit before hopping onto the bull with ease. "Don't go crazy, you hear?" She said, pointing at the DJ before grabbing the rope and looking up at the screen. "Style-"
"Get it baby!" I called loudly and she chuckled before shaking her head.
"I got my crown and I wear it with a smile. Imma show y'all how we ride, bajan styleee." I chuckled when she sassily whined her hips. "Some people say I'm a mean witch, they call me maleficent.." She then looked at me with a smirk. "Baby did you know that dick is magnificent?" DC did his screaming shit before dropping back and being caught by Nick.
I slapped the mat and nodded, leaning forward and watching her continue to spit. "My pockets stay thick and that's no question. I'm the bitch that got your girl dripping like ranch dressin- oh my God." I leaned forward quickly when she fell and caught her head with my hand since I knew she didn't want her hair fucked.
I helped her out with a chuckle as she laughed. "That was so fun." She said against my shoulder, her fingers running through her hair. "It's so much harder than it looks."
"Right? You killed that shit though." I said and watched the rest of the teams go.
By the end, the red team was winning with two and black team one. "Alright this is a fan favorite and a classic, it's called the- Wildstyle- this is a game where the punchlines come out, the gloves get drawn. Each punchline get's a bell and the wack ones get a buzzer. DJ D-Rek, give me something."
The music started to play and he nodded to himself. "Uh yeah, Rihanna, I always been a fan, even though you pick some questionable.." He looked at me and looked up and down. "Men." I shook my head when the crowd oohed. "But even so, I'm ready to go. How 'bout you come onto my ship and let me put this Cannon down your throat." Robyn shook her head with a frown as he grabbed his crotch with a wink.
"Damn." Chico Bean said with a wince. "That's harsh. Come here, Bow Wow- I mean, Nick." I chuckled when I took notice of the braids. He did look like a little Bow Wow. "Listen, you coming for my crew and that just don't sit right. Y/n here probably gives way better pipe." I shrugged before nodding. "And calling yourself a man should be a crime right 'cause last night I heard Mariah still sings you to night night."
"That's not true!" Nick yelled before handing the mic to B.Simone who stepped up.
"Come here, baby daddy." She said and I pointed at herself, making her nod. "Mhm front and center." I walked forward and she flipped her hair with a smirk. "I follow you on Instagram where you called yourself a boss.. bitch, don't you still get signed checks from the boss bitch?" She said while pointing at Robyn.
I nodded and grabbed the mic. "That's true, I actually do still get my dancing checks." I cleared my throat when the crowd laughed. "Oh so you're B. Simone? That's you?" She nodded. "Right 'cause two months ago you wasn't joanin.. was you?" She pursed her lips as I smirked and pulled out my phone with DM's already pulled up. "Should I read them out or you?"
She snatched my phone and shook her head quickly. "Girl I was just playing, y'all my favorite couple. Go on." She handed me my phone back and I chuckled when Robyn took them from my hands, her lips pursing as she read the DM's. "I was hacked!"
"Lemme get RiRi." Hitman said, nodding her forward. "Listen mami I ain't never been with a island chick. How bout you get with a real nigga, I give more than a tip." I rolled my eyes and looked at the DJ when he rung the bell. "Then when we done I'll hand you back to this bitch who can't handle a lightskin nigga from the six."
"Oooo"
I watched him step mad close to me and look me up and down before stepping back. "Down boy." I looked at Robyn who spoke into the mic with raised eyebrows. "You say you'll give more than a tip and judging by how you dress, what's that, fourfive cents?"
The crowd got louder and I watched DC grab the mic while walking up and looking at me. "Bring that ass hereee boy! I'm about to ruin your whooole relationship." He said with a laugh, dancing forward. "Yous a hoe, how I know? Cause I knew this bitch since she was fo'. You slept with Kiesha.. Moniqua, and let's not forget.. Justina." My jaw dropped as he pointed at the red head girl on my team who immediately shook her head with her hands waving, the crowd going crazy.
"That is not true!" She held her hands up when Rob turned to her with crossed my arms. "I'd rather be with you than Y/n and that's a fact!"
DC went to walk away but I raised my hand. "Hold up now." He stopped and looked over his shoulder with raised eyebrows. "My body count is high, yeah I get that. But let's not forget Monica said yo ass got a tic tac- I'm not done!" I said when everyone started to ooh.
I rested my hand on DC's shoulder, ready to fully send his ass. "You been my dawg, I knew you since preschool but if you coming for my head then Imma have to body you."
I held my hand up at the DJ and he stopped the beat. "Ninth grade, let's get this shit straight, I had to help you find condoms that could fit your rice grain."
They oohed but I shook my head, not done yet. "Tenth grade yo own girl came to me. Talking bout you went for thirty seconds.. then fell asleep." I held my hands to my head in a sleeping position and playfully snored, then 'waking up' when Justina shook my shoulders.
"I'm back. Junior year, everything was bangin, then I caught you flexin your toothpick body to Mrs. Davis.. nigga that bitch was weeks from being cremated. Now senior year was something special, you called yourself a gangsta for real. But when you graduated they ain't call you DC youngfly. They said congratulations," I raised my hand and he shook in. "John Whitfield."
That's when everyone went crazy and the DJ rang the bell about ten times. "Oh lawd she done bodied this mans, DC you good?" He stood there silently while staring at nothing. "He gone y'all. DJ who won the game?"
"Imma have to give it to the black squad." I playfully flexed as the ones on my team hyped me up, a Wild N' Out girl bringing out the comedy championship belt to hand to me. "Y'all make some noise for Y/n and Rihanna, they came and conquered my belt." I went up to DC and he gave me a bro hug with a nod.
"You got me, I admit it." He said with a playful sniff. "Dropped my government name and shit."
"Babe," I nodded and grabbed the jacket from Rob when she handed it to me.
"Everyone get on your feet. Performing Lemon.. Rihanna!" A few of her female dancers came out and I nodded along as she started to sing- excuse me, rap, her newest single flawlessly.
This was definitely more fun than I thought it would be.
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"I miss you too much.. quit."
I looked down at the screen on FaceTime screen, watching Rob frown. "It's only been a week."
Sadly, Beyonce moved her studio from New York to LA which meant I had to come back to the apartment I owned. Robyn still had to shoot for her movie so she was staying in the big apple. It was the first real time we'd be separated in a while.
"Oh so you don't miss me?" She questioned and my eyes furrowed when she rolled her eyes. "Fine, bye."
"Rob-" I stared at my phone when the screen disappeared and I was staring at my homescreen. She did not really just hang up on me.. I picked up my phone and was going to call her ass back.
"Breaks over, let's go people." James said and I sighed before packing up my lunch, quickly sending a text that I did miss her so she wouldn't think I didn't care. "It is March first which means we have exactly one month and sixteen days until Coachella."
I held my leg up behind me to stretch my quads, then doing the same with the only as James nodded at me. "Stepping isn't easy, I feel like I've given y'all this speech a million times." I said to the group of five boys. including James. "You have to be individual enough to work as a group. Sounds like nonsense but it's true. You cannot try to be someone else, only yourself. But we work as a group to create to perfect stomp, the perfect shout. From the top, line up."
We all lined up in front of the mirror and I watched James, who was at the right side of the line step forward. "I'm Bug-A-Boo daddy, aka me, myself.. let's take a group pic." We all gathered around his nonexistent camera only for him to turn and take a 'picture' of himself. "And I." He laughed then did the step before falling back in line.
It went on with them each saying different song titles by Bey until it reached me. "I'm Bug-A-Boo rocket, also known as." I smirked and walked forward with a sway in my hips as I spoke with a slightly valley tone. "If I were a boy-"
"Aye." James hissed, playing his part which made me clear my throat and nod before doing my step.
"I love it y'all." Beyonce said with a wide smile as she pushed off of the doorframe and walked in. "I feel like a little more energy needs to be put in but the step is great, I love the choreography. Great job, Y/n." I smiled in thanks. "Keep up the good work boo."
And we did for about four more hours, straight grinding. By the time we finished, I wanted nothing more than to get some food and slump for the rest of the day.
As I was tossing my backpack into my car, I got a call from an unknown number. Those were shits I actually had to answer nowadays. "Hello?" I said, stifling a yawn as I slid into the drivers seat.
"Hi, is this Y/n?" I did the usual 'yes, who's speaking?' shit tiredly and while starting my car. "Great, this is Sam Coxy, I'm the manager of a group called Little Mix." I hummed silently while driving to In n Out. "I would like to know if you are free today for a meeting? I'd like to discuss matters of you appearing in a music video and also, potentially, being the choreographer for their upcoming tour."
The yawn accidentally escaped my lips and I covered my mouth instantly. "Sorry, it's been a long day um.." I looked at the clock and saw it was only five pm. Shit.. I've never heard of little mix but a job is a job right? "Sure, I'm currently around Santa Monica.."
"That's perfect. How about we meet at the Starbucks on third and Promenade at five thirty?"
"Great, see you then." I hung up the phone just as I got to the window. "Hey can I get a double double combo, coke for the drink." I waited for her to give me my total before pulling up behind the other long line of cars. I could take a quick nap here, right? I closed my eyes and leaned back.
Bzzz
I groaned and snatched my phone up, answering it without looking at who was calling. "Yes?" I questioned, a slight bite in my tone.
"Damn what I do?" Robyn questioned and I sighed.
"I'm sorry babe, I'm just tired and I didn't look at who was calling." I wiped my eyes, pulling my car up the few inches that moved. "What's up? How was your day? I miss you."
"Liar. But it was good, I'm still on set." I heard the sigh leave her lips. "It's a long day."
"Tell me about it." I was finally next up at the window and I handed my card to the girl with a smile. "Thank you." I grabbed my food after paying then started back onto the road. "Sarah still singing your songs?"
She snorted. "No, she sings something about a bird cage now, I don't even know." I chuckled and pulled into the parking lot of the Starbucks, seeing I had ten minutes before the meeting or whatever. "What about you? Heading home?"
"Nah, I'm meeting with some manager about choreographing a tour." I unwrapped my burger and instantly took a big ass bite. "And a music video I think?"
"Look at you, can you imagine if you said no to performing with me at Made In America? How much different would everything be."
Damn, I hadn't even thought about that.. I'd be getting ready for another college spring break, most likely still on and off with Aniya. Watching my friends go off into the NFL draft, still being a damn puppet...
"That's crazy. Everything would be different." I hummed before taking another bite of my burger. "Thank you again, Rob.. for real. I no doubt wouldn't be here without you."
"You're welcome baby." We fell into a comfortable conversation, well, more like her talking while I occasionally mumbled a 'really?' or a 'wow' while trying to finish eating before this meeting. "And yeah, they really came for Fenty Beauty like they didn't take forty damn years to get forty shades. Talking about 'forty shades isn't new to us' yeah, neither is fucking dinosaurs I bet with they old asses."
I snorted under my breath before throwing my trash into the bag. "Did you clap back?"
"Of course I did." I grabbed my soda and took a sip, letting her vent. "I said they still ashy, the Navy loved it."
"I love your clapbacks, I really do." I yawned softly and looked down at the clock to see it was five thirty seven. Perfect, fashionably late. "I gotta go babe but I'll call you when I get back to the house, alright?"
"Okay." She sighed out. "Bye, I love you."
"Stop sounding so sad, shawty. You about to make me sad." I said with a sad chuckle while climbing out of the car and starting into the coffee shop.
"I can't help it, I don't like sleeping alone.. I haven't slept by myself in months, Y/n. It feels weird now." I frowned and huffed slightly, knowing she was right. We were with one another constantly since approximately early July. Then poof, not at all.
"I know.. I'll see when our next break is and I'll fly out, okay?" She hummed softly just as I saw a man smile at me. "I really gotta go, I love you, just hang in there." After her saying her goodbye back, I hung up when the guy approached me. "Sam?"
"Yes," He shook my hand with a wide smile. "It's nice to meet you. Y/n. I hope you don't mind but when I told the girls I was meeting with you, they instantly wanted to come." Girls? I raised my eyebrows and followed him to the back of the coffee shop when I then saw four different faces. Oh hell.. I thought it was one- "Girls," Their head popped up and I was shocked to see how excited they looked. "This is Y/n."
"We know." The blonde said. "Hi I'm Perrie." I shook her head and kept going down the line, surprised when I realized they all sounded British as fuck. "Jade, Jesy," When I looked at the next girl, she looked nervous as hell. "Hi I- I'm Leigh-Anne."
"Hi, It's nice to meet you all." I said politely before sitting down across from them and folding my hands on the table. "So, you have a tour coming up? That's exciting." They nodded happily. They were just a happy ass group huh?
"They chose Think About Us as a single and it's a very sensual song. There's no major dancing but I would like if you could play a love interest in a way?" I nodded slowly. So just showing my sexy face? I could do that.
"Yeah that sounds great. Now who's love interest would I be playing?" Almost as if it was rehearsed, all three of the girls turned and pointed at Leigh-Anne which made me chuckle slightly, blush rising to her cheeks as she covered her face. Awe that was cute. "Great, I'll try to be a good love interest then. But while we're here, you guys wanna know anything? Any questions?"
The blonde, Perrie I believe, spoke up again. "Yes, how are you so hot and fit-"
"Perrie!" The girls said and I shook my head with a chuckle when she raised her hands. "I have a question, are you really friends with Beyonce? I just saw her post about your brand." Leigh-Anne said.
"I'd like to think so." I joked. "But I'm a co-choreographer for her Coachella performance that's next month actually." Their eyes widened. "Yeah, imagine me getting the call."
"Wow. Rihanna.. Beyonce. I don't think we're qualified to be working with you." She said with awe-filled eyes.
I simply waved my hand. "Don't say that. I'm the lucky one to be working with such talented and beautiful woman, so thank you." Her cheeks flushed even more and it was really the cutest thing. She reminded me a lot of Aniya in our early months of dating. Always so bashful and smitten... "And you guys are from.."
"England." Jade answered with a smile. "And you're from-"
"Atlanta." My eyebrows raised when Leigh-Anne piped up again. When she caught my gaze, she cleared her throat. "I may be a bit of a fan." I smirked softly when she shushed her friends who started mocking her. "I saw you on tour with Rihanna, when you came to London?" I nodded softly. "You were so good, I actually asked Sam if he could contact you."
"More like demanded." Jesy said and I laughed when they all started to tease her again, making fun of her so called being a fan of mine.
Yeah.. they were a good group of girls, this would be fun.
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And then the mosquito said "Take a bite."
So bite I shall..