‘Ah, the sweet tingling feeling of being part of the waking world. How I’ve missed thee.’ Ever the cynic, even when I’m just waking up. As the sleep clears away, I can’t help but forcibly acknowledge the stench of my truly wonderful abode. The beautiful scent of ass and grease greets me immediately with it’s disgusting embrace. Barely managing to tear my eyes open, I can’t help but be disappointed with the sight before me.

Again.

Icy stone walls surround me, only disrupted by a thick steel door bolted directly in front of me. To my side is a simple metal table, covered in stray pieces of cloth and odd metal utensils. I never really put much thought into exactly what these utensils are because I simply can’t bring myself to care too much. Or at all, really.

Beyond the table and steel door, the room is the definition of spartan. There’s nothing but myself in the considerable darkness cloaking the area. Thing is, I’ve had time to get used to the light, or lack thereof. The only visual ‘help’ I really get here is from the grate in the door, allowing low-level light to filter in from the torches outside. At least there are torches today.

Taking the initiative, I shift my gaze directly upwards. To nopony’s surprise, my shackles remain tightly in place, digging into my forearms like they always have. Covering the entirety of my hands and trailing even up to my elbows are a pair of intricate shackles, carved with a multitude of etchings I could never hope to recognize. They may be as old as the stone I’m shackled to, but relatively speaking they’re new to me. After all, I’ve only been in possession of such beautiful, expensive jewelry for the past few hundred years!

Apparently prison breaks are heavily discouraged. Who knew?

Never the less, with these mitts on escape is all but impossible for right know. I know hopelessness when I see it, after all. Letting my gaze flop back down to the floor, I can’t help but think about the oddity of last night.

‘Through all the thousands of times I’ve experienced that dream, through all the changes… never once has there been another pony with me. What changed? Am I… am I finally slipping?’ I pessimistically think to myself, eyes lazily focused on the ray of light shining through the grate. Even with this burning sensation, a feeling I recognize as ‘hope’, I can’t help but doubt my own mind. ‘After all, I couldn’t imagine what would posses one of the rulers of the land to view my dreams, much less spend the resources to free me from these binds. They’d have to be-’

My thoughts are interrupted by my ears perking up.

“You’ll never take the undying one!”

“Step back from our hallowed grounds, you of unworthy pedigree will NOT see the flesh!”

Voices? And not just any voices… the voices of the guards. The keepers. I can’t even be bothered to reign in the intense burning feeling of excitement bubbling up in my chest as I listen to their yells. Anywhere else in the world, I’d call somepony insane for getting their hopes up at a few far-away shouts, but we’re not just anywhere.

Because, ya see, this is the Holy Den of mutts the world over, and they never make any noise.

A rumbling unlike any I’ve ever felt before vibrates through the very stone of the den, clanking the chains of my prison and clinking the metal utensils on the table. Even the thick layer of frost is fracturing under the force of the tense vibrations, flaking off the walls at an astounding pace. Although I’m not sure what it is, I feel for sure that it’s resonating with my bones. An impressive blast of light bleaches its way through the doors’ grate only seconds later, causing me with squinted eyes to struggle to adjust to the new visual clarity.

But it only lasts a moment.

With break-neck speed, the intense light retreats back through the grate leaving me once again in the cold darkness. What I heard next, however, froze me deeper than even the longest time in the ‘Deep-Freeze’ cell could. Another voice.

“No canines shall keep us from our friend, even the strongest shall perish in our path. Valkyries Cloud and Silent, with me. We shall continue our search!” A feminine voice, raw with command, flits into my ears. One that I recognize, but can’t for the life of me place.

‘Could… could they be looking for me? But that’s…’

“Understood.” Two more voices sound out, just beyond the walls of my ‘home’. The bubbling feeling in my chest is growing more intense than before, I might even start to label it as uncomfortable to be honest. But it’s still a feeling I welcome with open arms! It’s been so long since I’ve felt anything like it…

The clanking of metals is loud in my ears. Even beyond the door, I can hear it quite well. What’s even more obvious than the sound of metal is the fact that it belongs to hoofsteps. I can even count three pairs, if I’m in a bragging mood. How flattering that they’d deign it important to stop directly in front of my door.

A familiar tinge of blue energy overtakes the thick steel door, and with a hefty creak it crumples like a simple piece of paper. Bolts, once holding the door to the wall, eject from their anchorage points and clank heavily to the cold floor as even more light floods into my room. Thankfully not as intense as the odd burst from earlier, I don’t even have to squint before I’m well adjusted to the light of the torch being held through the naked doorway. Beyond even that, stands the silhouette of my savior. The Goddess of the Night.

“You came for me… I guess that means ya weren’t just a dream, then.” I can barely grind even that out. It’s been so long since I’ve spoken that my throat nearly catches fire as I speak, my unused vocal cords even worse for wear than I remember them. Despite the marginal discomfort I feel from finally using my own voice, I don’t let it distract me from studying the mare in the doorway. Rich fur is accented by what can only be described as a ‘Battle Dress’, as odd as that sounds to me. Plated, polished steel completely encompasses her ribs and chest in what seems to be a half-cuirass, her collarbone and neck protected by what looks like an armored brooch of the same type sporting the etching of a crescent moon. Under that is a bleached gown of chainmail, only sparse sections of black fabric woven through it reaching to her knees. Hooves armored entirely in polished steel, only her upper thighs remain visible and free of protection. A perfectly proportioned face greets me, marred with concern, and topped with a rather princessly tiara and an ethereal waterfall of a mane, easily as unique as the night sky itself in every way. Even her tail, matching in every way her mane, is perfectly placed to be visible to me.

“Stoney! We-I… what have they done?” She says, sounding absolutely dumbstruck by the sight of me. Her eyes are wide, obviously scanning me over for injuries as she begins to clank her way towards me. Even with my intense desire to thank her until my voice is lost, I can’t help but be a bit snide. It’s kinda in my blood.

“What do ya mean? A couple of enchanted shackles never hurt nopony.” A raspy chuckle follows my own joke, even if I didn’t think it was too funny.

“You know we don’t mean the shackles, Slagmore! We’re referring to those-those nails!” Enraged already, are we? I guess I should wait a bit before trying to make any jokes… it seems I may have lost what little touch I had.

On another, much more depressing note… I actually have to look down at myself to figure out what the mare gritting her teeth at me is talking about. I… can’t remember anymore. The sight that greets me, however, instantly jogs my memory.

“My gifts from the Monarchy… how could I forget.” I’m barely audible to myself, but with a Goddess at my front I heavily doubt my burst of audible thought went unnoticed. Tearing through either of my sides are a pair of quite sizable squared metal spikes. Each measuring in at about 5 1/2 inches and nearly half an inch thick, many would find these to be uncomfortable to have lodged between their ribs. Once, before they were crusted brown with rotten blood, they proudly displayed intricate runes inlayed into the black iron with platinum. The highly polished pieces have long since tarnished beyond recognition… but that didn’t make them ineffective.

Not in the least.

The two spikes weren’t a lonesome couple, either. Joining them were three other like-minded couples, each thoroughly driven into both of my opposing biceps, shoulders, and even my thighs. Even though I already knew the answer, I couldn’t help but marvel at how anypony could possibly grow numb to such a sensation. It was nothing more than a fleeting thought however as I wrenched my head back up to the royalty in the room. I can make out how carefully calm Luna is presenting herself. But as they say, even the strongest players have tells.

Her embarrassingly obvious one is her furrowed eyebrows, more or less spelling out how she feels about the sight of me. Worried? For lil’ ol’ Stoney? How flattering.

“Just deal with these here shackles for me, Luna. I think I’m due for a nice stretch.” I really can’t help myself, can I? Damn.

Maybe being locked in a dungeon for a while had a bigger impact on my interpersonal skills than I thought. Who knew?

“Should be easy for us, dear subject…” The already heavy light was then joined by a tinge of color, courtesy of the night goddess as she flares her magic. I have to admit, watching a certifiable master of mana focus on cracking something as magically encrypted as these manacles I’d been left hanging by is surprisingly intimidating. The utter concentration resting on the face of the mare in the room imbibes me with a feeling of… comfort? Resignation, maybe? Realization…?

‘Ya know, it’s moments like these that I can’t help but wonder if those odd ‘mind-healer’ mock-ups Kure-All couldn’t stop raving about ever took off… I gotta be down with a case of Mania if I think the full attention of somepony that could accidentally liquefy steel is something to be happy about.’ I can’t imagine that any mind-healer out there has enough experience to deal with my own problems, though. Maybe it’s just wishful thinking on my part.

…

…right? If-

Gracefully interrupting my thought, a metallic crunch echoes through the stone room. It grates at my poor ears as it continues, but stops as suddenly as it started. Cold air rushes onto the fur of my hands for the first time in what feels like a very long while, and my hooves are introduced to my own weight once more. Quickly casting my gaze at the once ever-lasting shackles that held me, I’m actually a bit surprised by Luna’s handiwork despite myself. Along each and every seam, carving, and rune the metal was curled up like paper, charred black and rendered incredibly useless in every sense of the word. I manage to flick my eyes back to the goddess just as she continues herself.

“And as they say, ‘it was a piece of cheesecake’ subject!” A piece of what? Even if I don’t know what ‘cheesecake’ means, I’m sure it must be a good thing. It couldn’t really be anything but a good thing, if that smug face is anything to go by. As she’s surely mentally congratulating herself, I go about wrapping my large hand around the protruding mass of the nail in my left side. I barely hear Luna continue as I set about my work.

“Now comes the easy part of removing those-”

*SQUUEELCH*

A big, hideous sound cuts the ruler off, and the dripping that follows has her attention easily. Apparently it even caught the attention of the backup, if the slight shuffling outside the door is any indicator. Looking down at the spike in my hand, I can’t help but notice the built up barrier of dried blood, then leading into gleaming red. Fresh. I set the fancy paperweight onto the table at my side with a clank and move my hand on to the next, finding purchase on the exposed metal once more.

“I believe you said ‘piece of cheesecake’?” I can’t help but give off a deep, crunching laugh at my own half-flanked joke, my eyes crinkling up in amusement and shoulders bouncing from the sheer thunder in my chest. As my laughter calms down enough for me to see her again, I find her jaw is dropped. Eyes wide, looking directly at the hole in my side.

*SQUUEELCH*

Holes. I now mean holes in my sides.

“Wha- what do you think you’re doing?” Is that a question? Not sure I understand what she’s talkin’ about.

*SQUUEELCH*

There’s a bicep.

“Just takin’ out a couple splinters, Goddess.” I’m a bit busy here, if you can’t tell.

*SQUUEELCH*

Another bicep.

“It’s… fairly disturbing to see you do such a thing with a straight face like that. You have to feel that… right?” Her face is contorted in an odd form of worry, which doesn’t really surprise me. Most would have a look of disgust, but like myself, she’s not most. This mare has mastered entire battlefields, so a little blood shouldn’t do much for her.

*SQUUEELCH*

Both shoulders. Starting to feel a bit better, at this point!

“Barely. At most I’d call it tingly, if anything. You have nothing to worry about, Luna. I’m completely fine.” I grind out. I have this feeling I’m gonna be getting a lot of practice with my voice if Luna sticks around. With how unused it is, it’s actually feeling like a pretty good work out… that’s depressing.

*SQUUEELCH*

Thighs, check. With a corresponding clunk, they’re left on the table in the room with all the others. I can’t help but feel a bit excited at having those out of me, after so long. Taking the time to finally stretch, I enjoy every second of my newfound freedom. Rolling my shoulders and reaching out my arms I let loose a deep rumble from my chest.

A cacophony of pops and heavy crunches assault my ears as I stretch my back, and without reservation I pretty much growl in contentment. Throughout all this, I haven’t quite been idle in thought.

Without a word of my plan to my saviour, I crouch down so as to better reach the bottom shelf of the lone piece of furniture. I go about running my hands over the items littering it’s surface, muttering to myself all the while.

“If I’m remembering correctly, which is kinda a 50/50 chance at best, you should be somewhere around heeeere… gotcha, you’re mine now.” Getting a grip on the item I raise back up to my full height and take hold of all eight nails with my free hand. I deposit them in my brand new burlap sack and, wanting to waste no more time, turn to and begin a short trek to my rescuer. As I get closer, I can’t help but notice the concern on her face getting more and more clear. Wonder what’s the matter?

“What’s the matter?” Shit. I thought I was supposed to have some kinda brain-to-mouth filter? Hope that doesn’t happen too often… I could get in some serious trouble with the kinda words that I say in my head…

“There are a lot of things we’re- I’m concerned about right now. First of which is are you okay? That was a lot of damage…” She trails off, eyeing my wounds with a critical eye.

Flattering.

“I’m fine. Nothing but a flesh wound, it’ll heal Goddess-er, Luna!” I have to ‘correct’ myself mid-sentence as she narrows her eyes at my own. I may be ‘friends’ with her, but she can still accidentally vaporize shit. I don’t wanna make her angry. Seriously.

“If you say so… you’ll still be patched up on our way back to Canterlot, even if you think you’re fine. I won’t have the pony I went through the trouble of saving die from something as mundane as blood-loss. That would just be embarrassing, truly.” Damn, she’s really got her priorities in order. Words sting too, ya know.

Her eyes flick quickly to my new luggage, once again meeting my eyes with an unasked question which I’m only too happy to answer.

“The nails?” A sharp nod is thrown my way, adding to my theory that she’s confused as to why I’m bringing them along. Good thing I have the answer, isn’t it? “Well, these ‘nails’ actually have a pretty interesting place in history, at least before they became my tenants. All eight of these spikes are a part of a complete set, and are the only ones like them in the entire world. In their creation, the black iron body was forged by the greatest blacksmith the Diamond Dogs had ever known, later to become ‘royalty’ himself, and quenched in dragon’s blood. They were then passed on to the possession of the ‘High Priestess’ and encrypted with blessed platinum in runic patterns that they stole in their cultures many raids on ponykind. In the end, they managed to make a set of artifacts that are capable of sealing magic. The fact they didn’t blow themselves up in the process is fuckin’ awe-inspiring.” My rusted voice comes to a slow halt as I take in the rather blank look on my saviors face, which I’m pretty sure I understand. Hearing someone with my voice ‘lecture’ is pretty… unsettling.

Let’s simplify it.

“To say it in a different way… I want them. They’re mine now.” I say smoothly, getting an exaggerated eye-roll from the princess. With a bit of a chuckle myself, I continue.

“So… ladies first?” This gets a rather unladylike snort from her as she turns and walks out the door with all the grace one would expect from royalty like her. I follow suit.

The area outside of my cell is vaguely familiar, even though it has been quite some time since I last saw it. Through my escape attempts in the past, I’m left unfazed by the wide corridor and line of torches that greets me. While I’m taking in the passage for the first time in… maybe hundreds of years, a low whistle from my side catches me off guard. Snapping my entire body quickly to face the area it came from, I finally lay my eyes on two ponies that could only be the ‘Cloud’ and ‘Silent’ that I heard of earlier.

Honestly? I’m not disappointed.

Standing before me are two mares measuring out at what I could guess to be 6 feet tall. Both are wearing matching ashen robe chain-mail sets of armor, also wearing helmets and greaves to match the ashen white. The metal wings sprouting off the helmets of the two pegasi are more than enough for me to identify them as members of the Valkyrie, a feat that’s impressive in itself. Both were also equipped with a spear and a round shield, plain and nondescript.

That’s where the similarities end.

The one on the left was colored a very pale silver, nearing white, and a main and tail of pastel blue that was braided along the side. I could instantly tell that this particular mare has what they call ‘personality’. One hand resting on a cocked hip and the other gripping her spear in a deceivingly passive fashion, I have no choice but to acknowledge her. Her face, however, makes me just a bit… uncomfortable. She’s staring at me with an intensity that I can’t really describe in much detail, but the smile she has is easily described as ‘a bit much’.

On the right, however, is pretty much the opposite of the spectrum. Her coat is an incredibly light shade of pink, something that stands out against the browns and grays of the area with ease. Her mane and tail are a neat silky black, with her mane having neatly trimmed bangs coming even beneath her helmet to the tops of her eyes and the rest held in a waist-length ponytail. All of that is fairly normal, but her disposition is what sets her apart from her partner. Everything about her is… carefully muted. On her face is one of the most blank expressions I’ve ever seen. Even the way she holds herself is carefully crafted. In my mind, there’s no doubt that this one is Silent.

So that means the one that’s getting remarkably close to me must be young Cloud.

“So, this is the mark then, Princess?” The silver mare then walks towards me in deliberate, swaying steps, managing to shuffle to my front in mere seconds. The beaming smile on her face melts into a pleasant smirk, her purple eyes narrowing ever so slightly as she scans me up and down. When she finishes her ‘observation’, I stare back unflinchingly into her eyes. Her smirk just grows wider as she places a free hand on my chest and then trails down with a single delicate finger. “I think I understand why you wanted to come get him personally, I mean just look at these aaabs!”

As she proceeds to pretty much slobber all over me, I’m completely and utterly dumbstruck. This Cloud pony knocked me so off my game that the only thing I could do is turn to the Princess, who is busy holding her head in her hands, and utter a single question her way.

“Luna… is your Valkyrie in heat?” My voice rumbles out, confused, in the silence of the corridor.

…

The reactions were instant.

The most notable was the snort coming from the still covered Goddess. Following that, a surprising reaction from Silent. Well, surprising to me, at least. Her hand shoots up to her mouth in a fruitless attempt to stop the snicker that falls out, a light smile brightening up her face without trouble.

Then, there was Cloud. Her smirk magnified into a full blown smile, and I can pretty much see her mind working up something new… which has me unreasonably worried.

Turns out, I was right to be worried.

With an airy chuckle she holsters her spear at her side and presses herself up against me, resting her hands on my sides as she prepares her retort. As she bites her lip teasingly, I can’t help but wonder how this Valkyrie is able to get away with all of this in front of her Princess. Personal friends, maybe? Perhaps she’s just an absolute beast in a fight… I’m sure I’ll find out someday.

“If I was, you’d be the first to know it, Big Guy~!” With that, she pushes off of me… or she attempts to, at least. Instead, her hands slip. As she draws back a few steps to look at them, even in the limited light available, her palms show a heavy coating of red. While her eyes scan her hands, with a critical eye, her entire demeanor changes. The carefree air around her solidifies into a feeling of seriousness as the smile falls off her face, instead replaced with an almost practiced tightness. The face of experience, if ever I saw one. Snapping her eyes back up to mine, she doesn’t so much ask a question as she does state a fact, thinly veiled as an inquiry.

“You’re bleeding. Heavily.” There was no teasing in the voice I heard, only fact.

Impressive.

“I’m fine. A lil’ blood never hurt nopony, try not to worry ‘bout it. Let’s go.” Without even a second of hesitation, I pass the two guards and walk passed Luna. Almost unconsciously, I follow a very familiar path that I know for a fact will lead more or less to the entrance.

As they say, this ain’t my first rodeo son.

The hoofsteps echoing only slightly behind mine tells me that my war-torn princess wasn’t too impeded by my lack of respect for pain and even blood-loss. I slow my pace barely half a smidge in response, so she can catch up. Behind us, the sound of clanking metals indicate the rushing of the two Valkyries in their attempt to catch up to their ‘charges’.

“What do you mean you’re ‘fine’?! You can’t just brush off blood-loss like an insult!” Apparently, at least one of these ‘highly esteemed’ Valkyries is deaf. How odd…

“I said I’m fine. Just take my word for it, would ya?” I gruffly call out, not even stopping my gait as she catches up enough to walk alongside me, Silent doing much the same at the Goddess’ side. My gaze falls over Cloud as I trot carelessly forward, her own gaze meeting me halfway. She immediately opens her mouth to give a retort when none other than Luna herself cuts her off.

“Don’t question it, Cloud Cover. Trust my words, if not his. He’ll survive. He’s survived this long by himself, after all.” Silence falls over all four of us as we walk over the smoldering corpses in the corridor, paying little attention to them. I see, I see…

A mare after my love, it seems.

After that light admonishment, Cloud shuts up about the blood and we walk in silence. Once we near the entrance, however, somepony can’t bear to hold back their questions anymore.

Imagine my immense surprise when it’s Silent. The voice that comes from me nearly blows all of my gruffness away. Youthful, womanly, smooth, it’s hard to imagine why she would ever be named silent… nearly as hard as her voice is to describe…

“Mr. Slagmore?” She asks, voice breaking the groups silent trek rather easily. In response, I turn to her, doing nothing more than raising a single eyebrow in her direction. Smartly deciding to take this as her cue, she continues.

“When we got you out of the room, you started walking as if you already knew your way out… why is that?” A smart question… best to answer honestly.

“That’s because I did know how to get out.” Ignoring the slight narrowing of Luna’s eyes, I continue. “I’ve made many escapes in the past. Many of those escapes were successful. Thing is, no matter how many times I vanished from my cell and into the tundra… I could never find my way to the Emerald Empire. No matter how far I traveled, I couldn’t find anything. Most times after I’d failed, I’d get frozen over and awake back in my cell. Back in captivity all because I couldn’t find the only pony civilization this entire snow range has to offer.” I pause only long enough to give a heavy, throaty sigh before continuing, almost losing myself to the memory. “Eventually they got more creative than just a boarded up wooden door or some basic metal shackles. They got their filthy paws on all sorts of magical artifacts, some more rare than others. Shackles crafted to be stronger than steel, chains made to drain somepony’s strength, even horseshoes enchanted to burn the wearer. Most of them broke. These… well they didn’t.” I finish by rattling the bag of nails I’m still holding, gaining a passing interest in the sound from Silent. Luna, the cheeky mare, wasn’t even fazed. Cloud, however, has a peculiar look on her face. Almost like-

“That’s interesting and everything Stoney, but you mind telling us why you were the only pony in this entire damn complex?” Fuck, looks like I called it.

“Well, it’s because this entire complex was used specifically to house me.” She has a knack for asking easy questions, it seems.

A pregnant silence encompasses the area after that, the only sound being hoofsteps, both armoured and bare. Until it was broken once more, that is.

Silences never last long around these ponies… do they?

A crunch underneath my hoof shocks me out of my mind as I shoot my gaze down. In my haste, I’m greeted with… snow? As it turns out, while I was stuck reminiscing my tales for these three ladies, we’d managed to scale the entirety of the base’s main path. This leaves us at the simple entrance, bored into the side of Mount Chili-Aid, and leaves me nearly blinded by the untainted white before me. Encompassing all that I see is fresh, pure snow. Only briefly interrupted by a regal carriage, complete with Flyer detail, the sight of this deceptively beautiful tundra could bring a spark to even the coldest of hearts.

But none came.

“Why?”

“Hm?” I answer back elegantly. Breaking out of my reverie and the sight before me to turn ever so slightly, as to view the speaker, and I see Luna. Flanking her are Silent and Cloud, both wearing thoughtful expressions even if the pink mare’s is much more… ‘subtle’. Thankfully, my masterpiece of inquiry is successfully interpreted by the Goddess and she elaborates.

“Why would they put so much effort into keeping only you in this entire base? What happened to you, Stoney?”

I’ve always liked the snow. It blankets everything, casting a facade of purity on everything it touches. I turn fully towards my three saviors, the snow crunching and deforming heavily beneath my large hooves. As I look into the eyes of the curious, the unforgiving wind of the tundra I’ve called ‘home’ for so many decades whips my thick hair about wildly, even carrying off the light fog from my breaths.

“I asked the guards that, once. After my first escape, while they were dragging my nearly frozen body back to my cell, I yelled out at every dog I passed. ‘Why me’, I asked them. Eventually, one of them answered.” I can’t help but let my gaze fall to the blinding white at my hooves, lost in my memory yet again. “A young mutt, stark gray and full of pride answered me. His answer was articulate in every way, knocking me off my game immediately. He grabbed me by the face, and lifted me only inches from his own. Then he spoke.”

I shoot my eyes back to theirs, all three observing me with rapt attention.

“’All those that wish to be King… to rule in any sense of the word, must come here. To be considered at even the basest level… one must feast upon the flesh of the undying, of legend. The flesh… of you.’ That is what he said to me, word for word. The next day, he was gone. Not one more time did the guards ever speak to me again beyond orders.” The gravel of my voice is easily distinguished beyond the howling of the wind, and the looks on the three mare’s faces are indescribable. Wide-eyed, surely.

“They kept me as a right of passage. Fucking livestock. And I always got ‘better’. Every time…”

I don’t wait for a response. I don’t want one. I just turn around and make my way to the carriage, ready to be free from this intense chill I’ve persisted in for so long.

Where I was standing, the snow ran red with taint… no longer pure in any way.

Author's Note

I'm back baby.

Took a while cuz i got busy with stuff... sorry? Accept my apology. Do it.

Anyway, I put a metric fuck-ton of exposition and introduced a couple waifus, so tell me what you think if you feel like it. I'm pretty happy with how this chapter turned out, honestly.

As a sidenote, if you decide to make art of my story I'll take it and hang it up on my fridge because ur all good kids and I 'ppreciate ya.

Later spaghetti bois.