“I just... I don’t get it Sunny.”

Hitch sighed, as he reached up and adjusted Sunny’s lamp, tilting it so that the cut-out silhouette facing toward him was an Earth-Pony figure. The two were standing at the zenith of the now-famous Maretime Bay lighthouse, only recently repaired from the damage the structure had received a week prior.

“Don’t get what, Hitch?” Sunny cocked her head before carefully nudging the pegasus crystal into its cutout underneath the massive torch-gem of the lighthouse.

“I don’t get what happened that night.” Hitch harrumphed, gesturing at the three crystals. “Like, those things… do they even do anything?”

“Preeeetty sure they do something.” Sunny chuckled. It was a silly question but this was the first time they’d had the chance to talk about what had happened — preoccupied as they were with assisting with repairs and barely believing what had happened was even real. “Don’t you remember how they circled me and made me float? Gave me wings. A horn? Restored flight and magic to all of ponykind?”

“Yeah but…” Hitch walked over and tapped on the three crystals, currently sitting mutely in their recessed jigsaw-like stone frame, “but… they went dim later that week. And you lost your fancy-schmancy glow wings and horn.”

Sunny shrugged and sighed. “I know. But I’m sure they’re still going to do something.” She craned her neck down and nudged the crystal with her nose as if it might suddenly roar back to life at her touch. “We know so little about what their purpose was, or what pony-society was like before we lost everything. Nopony knows; these things just might be what’s letting the pegasi of Zephyr Heights keep flying, and the unicorns of Bridlewood using magic.”

“About that.” Hitch slid his hoof under his friend’s snout, tilting it up so that she was looking at him instead of nudging the crystals. “How come you lost your freaky-deeky magic wings and horn, but they are all still flapping and zapping?”

“They?” Sunny arched an eyebrow, her facial expression darkening, “What do you mean, they?”

“Oh come on, Sunny. I don’t mean it like that.”

Sunny stamped her hoof and huffed, setting her jaw squarely like she was about to receive a punch. “There’s no they Hitch. Not anymore, it’s just all of us ponies, all in this together.”

Hitch rolled his eyes but managed to avoid sighing aloud. Sunny could be so righteous sometimes. Or as the young colts and fillies might say: ‘cringe’. “Sure sure, I’m just saying…”

“Saying what?”

“Well… how come they-”

“AHEM”

“Gimme a break, Sunny it’s just a pronoun. OK fine, how come the pegasi and unicorns got all this magic and flying and what-not, and nopony in Maretime Bay has gotten anything out of these crystals?”

Sunny shrugged. “I don’t think that’s fair, Bridlewood and Queen Haven have been incredibly generous with the town since w-”

“That’s not what I mean.” Hitch grunted, “I mean: how come earth-ponies didn’t get something cool out of magic returning? Eye-lasers? Super-speed? Teleportation?”

“Pretty sure those aren’t earth-pony abilities.” Sunny shook her head bemusedly. “I don’t remember any of those powers being a part of the stories I’ve found.”

“Well, what were?” Hitch huffed, crossing his arms. “Did we always really just have the short end of the stick when it came to magic? It makes me almost think the unicorn propaganda about us being dumb mud-ponies had some truth to it.”

“No. That’s not the case.” Sunny stomped, shaking her head vigorously. “Earth-ponies are an important part of the magic of friendship! I just… I… I don’t know what earth-pony power was. That’s been lost to time.”

“Then how do you know we aren’t just some cosmic joke?”

“Well, I know that earth-ponies were by far the most common of the pony tribes in the past.” Sunny countered, “...and I remember my Dad saying that unicorns and pegasi used to joke that they’d trade their powers in a hoofbeat for the powers of an earth-pony.”

Hitch bit his tongue before he could point out the low level of scientific authority of Sunny’s last statement. She held things her father had told her in a special place of high regard.

“Uh-huh…” Hitch sighed, shaking his head.

“Have you felt any different since that night a couple of weeks ago?” Sunny asked, her tone changing and her head tilting.

“Me?” Hitch pointed a hoof at his chest.

“Yeah, it seems like Izzy, Pipp, and Zipp have all gotten a super-charged dose of magic. Izzy says she can lift two or three times as much as any other unicorn, and Pipp and Zipp can leave even the most athletic pegasi in their dust.” Sunny grinned. “Seems like you four got an extra boost, so I figured if any earth-pony was feeling the magic, it’d be you.”

“Well, no,” Hitch grunted. “What about you?”

Sunny shook her head. “Nothing since the wings and horn faded.”

“This sucks.” Hitch sighed, “I want cool powers too.”

Sunny shrugged and motioned to Hitch that they should go down the elevator. “Careful what you wish for…”

As the lift descended, nopony saw the jostle of the departing elevator shift the earth-pony crystal ever so slightly, making it pulse green and thrum out a wave of magical energy…

Hitch didn’t sleep well that night.

It wasn’t his bed, which he’d reclaimed along with the rest of his apartment above the Maretime Bay sheriff station from his former deputy. It was his dreams.

He found himself tossing and turning under his covers as images of the Maretime Lighthouse plagued his mind. In the visions playing out in his head, he was stuck on his back, as the massive red and white tower jutted up from between his legs. Strangely the tower seemed to be stiff, throbbing even… as if it were somehow alive and connected to… him?

“Gah!” Hitch popped up from his fitful sleep, sweat dripping down his brow as he looked down between his legs to see… nothing.

Phew.

Just a dream.

“Man, that was weird.” He chuckled to himself as he threw the covers off and stretched, feeling a couple of his vertebrae pop into place as he looked out his east-facing window at the beginning of a sunrise. “I’ve got lighthouses on the brain, I guess.”

Hitch couldn’t help but feel a bit of leftover anxiety from the pseudo-nightmare, a bit of adrenaline still coursing through his veins and making his heart flutter. His eyes latched onto the miniature bonsai tree on his shelf.

The stupid thing had been a gift from Phyllis Cloverleaf on his last birthday, the kind of gift you might get for somepony if you had no idea what else to get them. But it had become somewhat of a fun side hobby for him, a way to zone out after a long day of chasing down litter-villains and loiter-criminals in the seedy underbelly of Maretime Bay.

“All righty Bonny,” Hitch hummed to himself as he began to talk to his plant, “time to trim.” He carefully plucked the small set of shears that he used to meticulously sculpt his little tree’s branches.

Trimming Bonny was all about planned action. Deliberate artistry. The wrong cut, taking off too much or too little, could ruin the energy of the delicate tree. Hitch avoided this by thinking through every movement of his shears before he did them, seeing how he’d position them, how he’d close the snip, visualizing exactly where he’d take off the organic material.

“And… snip.” Hitch grinned, closing the razor-sharp blades around a small branch growth that just wasn’t quite vibing.

He turned away, taking the small twig to his wastebasket before looking back at Bonny the bonsai tree… only to see that the offending branch was…still there?

“Wh-what? Deja vu?” Hitch blinked, shaking his head. Had he just imagined doing the snip? Maybe his powers of visualization were getting a little too good.

“Oookay…” He brought his shears back, his muscles now familiar with the angle and pressure needed to… just…

“And… sni- WHAT THE!?”

As Hitch snipped off the branch, his eyes widened in fascinated surprise as the little tree sprouted a fresh branch exactly where he’d cut, the wood pushing out and sprouting little green tendrils of the beginning of a new, leafy branch end.

For some reason, Hitch felt frustrated, annoyed that his little bonsai tree was resisting his planned cut. “Oh no, you don’t.”

He snipped again, harder, faster.

The little twig growth slipped back out, even longer this time, the leaves growing on the branch end bushier and more verdant than before.

“What is this?” Hitch growled, spinning his vision around the tree, looking to see if there was some elaborate mechanistic prank being played on him.

Seeing nothing, he brought the shears closed one more time.

Once again, the snipped branch sprang back into existence, proudly sprouting out its leaves. The only evidence that Hitch had even done any trimming was a set of little discarded branches in the earth near the trunk of his tree.

“Is it this whole branch? Is it some kind of… bonsai disease?” Hitch looked carefully at the branch he was trimming -- he’d been working on this one for months, but it did look a little different than the rest of the tree. Maybe.

If he had to sacrifice it to save his Bonny, he would do so.

“And… snip.” The bonsai branch fell to the desk. And then: the whole flower pot began to rumble.

“Uh…?”

KER-WHUMP

A huge branch, nearly the size of Hitch’s arm shot out of the side of Bonny, smashing the corner of his bookshelf as it sprouted various twisting, gnarled ends that exploded into leaf-filled displays of healthy vegetation.

“AAAAAAAHHH!” Hitch screamed, as one of the branch’s tips had just missed spearing him through his shoulder. “This is out of control! Just what are you, Bonny?”

The toppled-over plant had no answer, except to continue sprouting new leafy growths along its new branch.

“I’m sorry, old friend,” Hitch grunted, his eyes nervously checking over the way the bonsai branch was growing toward his window, wooden tendrils snaking toward the outdoors like some kind of strange, multi-headed snake. “But this must be done!”

He brought the shears down to Bonny’s thin trunk and snapped down hard.

*****

Outside, Sunny was smiling to herself as she carried Hitch’s favorite smoothie (vigorous vanilla) in her cart. She hoped the gesture would help cheer him up after their near-disagreement the previous day in the lighthouse.

She was just approaching the sheriff's station when a rumble shuddered through the stonework of the street.

“What the-”

KRRRAAACK!

A huge, rending groan echoed through the early-morning haze of Maretime Bay as the entire roof of the sheriff station exploded outward, carried into multiple different pieces by the huge, rapidly expanding branches of a giant tree. Beautiful leafy branches were shooting out like spiderwebs in all directions, embedding themselves into the neighboring buildings as they exploded into bloom, beautiful displays of pastoral flowers of every color.

At the same time, Sunny had to dodge three separate bulges that raced through the paving stones, displacing the heavy bricks as they went -- massive roots that stretched out in every direction, lifting the police station off its very foundations.

“Hitch!” Sunny screamed, terrified that her friend might be hurt.

Her eyes looked through the foliage, hoping she wouldn’t see the destroyed wreck of a pony that was once her friend.

“Uh… hi Sunny?”

Her eyes locked onto the stallion, dangling from one of the tree’s branches, suspended by an outgrowth that had slipped between his shoulder sash and his body.

“Little help?”

“Well, at least you’re OK.” Sunny smiled, trotting down Maretime Bay’s main street next to the bedraggled sheriff while gesturing back toward the growing crowd accumulating around the recently re-designed police station. “Plus, look on the bright side!”

“The bright side?” Hitch shook his head and blinked in raw frustration, “Sunny, out of the blue, I suddenly just obtained uncontrollable, hyper-vegetation-growth powers-”

“I thought just yesterday you wanted to get magic powers.” Sunny snarked.

Hitch ignored her, continuing with his frustrated rant, “...and now the entire police department is filled with more wood than Sprout’s head! Just how is there a bright side?”

Sunny paused, musing.

“Uh, well… it does almost look like the ancient Princess Twilight’s tree library from my stories…” She shrugged sheepishly, “So… that’s kind of cool.”

“Gaah, Sunny.” Hitch face-hoofed, of course, she would find some way to make this about those myths she was always so excited to treat as confirmed histor- wait…

“Wait, Sunny. That’s it.” Hitch wheeled in front of Sunny, gripping her by her shoulders.

Sunny’s eyes glanced at Hitch’s hooves with a flash of surprise before she looked back up at him. For some reason, it seemed as if her head was craning up a little higher than it normally would have needed to meet his amber-brown eyes.

“You know all those old stories about how things were back in the days of the magic of camaraderie.”

“Friendship. The magic of friendship.” Sunny corrected.

“Whatever.” Hitch rolled his eyes, “You know, like, a billion stories worth, enough to have a new one to tell the foals for the past, what, nine seasons?”

“Sure.”

“So, you should know -- what powers did the earth ponies of that age have? If this new ‘plant-growing’ thing actually is one of these magic-powers starting to manifest, I need to know if something else is right around the corner.”

“Ah.” Sunny paused, chewing her lip as she thought with concentration. “Uh… huh. Hm.”

“Hm.” Hitch repeated, “HM? HMMM? Sunny, what were their powers!?”

“I don’t… I don’t know! The stories really didn’t focus on them so much, remember: they were meant for kids.”

“What about that farming, yeehaw-shouting mare… Cowboy Jack?”

“Applejack?”

“Yes, that’s the one, she was an earth-pony, right?’

“Yes.”

Hitch huffed, frustrated. “Well, what did she do?”

Sunny grimaced and scratched her head, staring up and to the right and squinting as she tried to access her memories. “Uh… it’s kind of hard to remember, actually. She was always kind of in the background and not so-”

“SUNNY!”

“What!? OK OK. Oh yeah!” Sunny clopped one hoof into another in a clear indication of some kind of recollection bubbling into her mind. “She kicked trees.”

“She… kicked trees.” Hitch repeated in a monotone deadpan.

“Yep.”

“OK. Thanks a lot, Sunny.” Hitch tried to let his words drip with as much sarcasm as he could infuse them with. “Have a goo-”

“No, wait!” Sunny bit his tail to prevent him from trotting away, strangely, she was only dragged along. Hitch only noticed because of the pull of his tail hairs on his dock -- Sunny’s resistance seemed as light as a feather.

“What!?” Hitch grunted, wheeling around again.

“She… kicked the trees really hard.”

“Goodbye, Sunny.”

“Hard enough to make them drop all their apples, or even to break them in half!” Sunny’s voice was getting excited, she even kicked through boulders and a brick wall! Once she even saved a whole archeological dig site by holding up an entire mountain-sized boulder! It had to be magical strength!”

Hitch blinked, his eyebrows knitting together in concentration. “Magical strength?” He flexed one of his forelegs experimentally, inspecting it.

“Mmhmm!” Sunny nodded vigorously.

“Strange, I haven’t felt any stronger.” He shrugged, looking over himself. “Maybe that power hasn’t come in yet?”

“Well…” Sunny nervously mumbled, emerald green eyes bashfully looking up at him, as a small blush formed on her cheeks. “You certainly look stronger.”

“Huh?” Hitch trotted in a small circle, chasing his tail as he looked himself over.

“I mean, seriously, I was gonna ask if you’d been working out.” Sunny chuckled nervously, the words starting to spill out of her. “You look… big. Taller. More toned.”

“R-really?”

Sunny nodded, craning her head out to one side and fixing her gaze on his rump. Hitch could almost physically feel the intensity of her stare, the way his friends’ eyes sparkled with intense desire beneath her embarrassed facade. It almost made him want to cover his cutie-marked rear with his hooves out of a sense of modesty.

“Oh yeah, and your flank.” Sunny nibbled her own lower lip. “Looks like I could bounce a bit off of it, Hitch.”

He watched her carefully, noticing her lightly lick her lips and swallowed before she shook her head and began to laugh… a little bit of a forced laugh if he had to guess.

“Y-you know. Just saying, you look good. As a platonic, totally casual friend might.” Sunny nodded as if she were trying to convince herself. “No hetero.”

“No hetero…” Hitch mumbled back frowning and shaking his head. Just what the hell did that mean?

“Phew. OK, cool. Glad we’re still on the same page there.” Sunny laughed forcibly to herself again. “Don’t want to open that book again, right? As we agreed. Just friends. And no mentioning that night…”

Almost as soon as she said it, Sunny puffed her cheeks out and slapped a hoof to her muzzle, literally gagging herself.

Hitch knew what she was referring to, of course. Both of them had tried as best they could to forget that evening, so many moons ago. The night of Maretime Bay’s class of 43’s senior prom. And the slightly inebriated after-dance activities of a young Sunny Starscout and Hitch Trailblazer. He’d done hard work to seal those memories, as he was sure Sunny had too.

From that night forward, Sunny and Hitch had silently agreed that friendship was as far as their relationship would go.

There hadn’t even been a hint of anything else.

Until now, that is.

“Sunny… are you, right now, feeling… attracted to me?”

“NO!” Sunny shook her head vigorously, her hooves waving back and forth in an ‘X’ like she was trying to wave off a freighter from docking at Maretime Bay’s wharf.

“Ah.”

“No, nope. Nuh-uh. No. I am not attracted to you. I most certainly am not looking at your strong shoulders, your handsome jawline, your rippling chest muscles, and your fantastic, fantastic, plot and imagining what it would be like to just lean forward and take a nip out of- oh Goddesses why is my mouth moving.”

“Uh… huh,” Hitch grunted in affirmative confusion.

“Sorry, it’s just. Wow.” Sunny blinked shaking her head again. “You’re looking fine. Have you been working out?”

“No.” Hitch considered the rather unhealthy diet of pizza he’d been bingeing on the past few weeks. Yet, even he had to admit he felt… good. Strong.

Virile.

He coughed into his hoof, embarrassed at the sudden flow of mental energy toward those activities that had popped into his mind. He didn’t usually think about such things, not since his teenage years.

“Ah so… could this maybe be an earth-pony thing? Looking good, I mean.”

“Really good.” Sunny corrected, under her breath, her eyes tracing across the length of his body again, glinting like a predator’s.

“Sunny!”

“Sorry! Sorry.” Sunny blinked, shaking her head clear. “I… I dunno, maybe? I mean, the strength makes sense. Applejack was super strong. But super-sexiness?”

“Sexiness!?” Hitch nearly choked on the word, jumping back a half-trot as if he were worried Sunny was about to jump him right then and there.

“Seriously, you smell amazing too.” Sunny’s nose tilted up and her nostrils flared as she sucked in a deep sniff. “Just what cologne is that?”

“Uh, eau de not-having-showered-today?” Hitch clapped his hooves together, jolting Sunny out of her reverie again. “C’mon Sunny, are you sure your dad never mentioned earth-ponies being magically imbued with attractiveness and… y’know… what you said…” Hitch mumbled off, unwilling to say the word himself.

“Sexiness?” Sunny finished for him, grinning.

“Yes! That.” Hitch huffed. “I would have thought your Dad would have thought to mention that in all his stories!”

“Eh. Not really.” Sunny shrugged. “I mean, the stories he told me were really all meant for foals. You’d have to be a bit of a perv to try to corrupt something clearly meant for foals with sex and eroticism.”

“Nothing?”

“Nope.” Sunny shook her head. “As I said, when I used to ask him about what powers we earth-ponies had, he would just chuckle and say that unicorns and pegasi would go tradesies with us in a hoofbeat. He never told me what it actually was.” Sunny looked him up and down again and chewed her lower lip, “I guess now I know why.”

Hitch swallowed nervously. He could help but notice his friend’s tail had been ever-so-slightly lifting higher and higher.

“Oh jeez, this ain’t good.” Hitch started back trotting, keeping himself facing Sunny.

“W-well, it’s not bad,” Sunny asked tilting her head, even as she kept pace with him. “Is it?”

“Sunny, think!” Hitch groaned waving a hoof in front of the mare’s face to try to snap her out of whatever strange, half-lidded reverie she was experiencing. “If I’m just the first earth-pony to get these powers, it’s going to be a disaster.”

Sunny glanced around at the other ponies in the vicinity, most of them trotting about their day. A glimmer of doubt crossed her face. “But, maybe it’s like with the girls: you’ll have a more powerful level of the magic compared to everypony else.”

“Even so!” Hitch cautioned, gesticulating toward the unsuspecting populace of Maretime Bay, “Just imagine what a whole town filled with horny, sex-crazed earth-ponies would be like!” He shivered, “Just imagine the litter. The clean-up! It would break so many bylaws!”

“Hey! I just said you look good, I’m not ‘sex-crazed’!” Sunny huffed, stamping her fore-hoof.

“So you admit you’re horny?” Hitch grimaced, “Face it, Sunny… you’re literally drooling right now. Even though we both promised that this kind of relationship wasn’t for us.”

Sunny wiped her muzzle with the back of her hoof, took a deep breath, then sighed.

“OK. Maybe.” She looked down at the ground ashamedly, her eyes flicking back up to meet his. “So, what do we do?”

“I am going to go lock myself in my room and take a nice, cold shower. Hopefully without bumping into any of our fair-sexed citizens.” Hitch’s eyes glanced from sidewalk to sidewalk, already mapping out the intricate path he might take to avoid as many ponies as possible. “Then I’m going to get a snack, take a nap, and hope this blows over.”

“Uh-huh.” Sunny tilted her head skeptically. “Well… what I am going to do is get the princesses and Izzy over here to help.” Sunny reached back to her saddle-strap, fishing her mobile phone out.

“How could they possibly help, Sunny?” Hitch groaned in exasperation.

“I don’t know. But when you’re in trouble, you rely on your friends!” Sunny lectured him without taking her eyes off her phone. “Maybe they know some tricks from their own experiences with getting magic.”

“Right, so let me get this straight,” Hitch snarked, “I get hit with some kind of earth-pony love-magic-thingy and your brilliant plan is to invite over more sexy young mares to surround me. Great.”

Sunny paused in her tapping of the screen and looked up at him. “You think we’re sexy?”

Hitch couldn’t help but let his eyes flick over his friend, even as his cheeks started to burn with heat. Of course, she was sexy! That beautiful coat. Her cute, braided mane. Those gorgeous painted socks and muzzle. Her sparkling emerald eyes.

And that athletic, sumptuous rump.

He thought she was sexy every time he saw her. He just… repressed it. Kept it pushed down. Ever since that night. Sunny’s friendship was worth more to him.

But he admired everything about her looks. Although today it seemed like she was a bit smaller than usual… or maybe he was bigger. It almost seemed like it would be easy to simply trot on up and mount the little mare and-

“Gah!” Hitch slapped himself with his hoof.

“Is that a yes?” Sunny giggled.

Hitch blushed again and looked away. “Of course.” He mumbled.

“All four of us, sexy?” Sunny giggled. “I am totally sharing that in the group chat, just so you know.”

“Gahhhhh!” Hitch groaned, it was true of course. As much as he loved Sunny, the three other mares they’d become close friends with were each jaw-droppingly stunning in their own, unique ways. He just didn’t need them knowing he thought so. “Sunny… y’know what? Fine. Laugh it up. I’m going home.”

Hitch turned and began to carefully trot away, snaking from corner to corner, always keeping a bubble between himself and other ponies.

“If anything happens you can just call me,” Sunny shouted after him, before chewing on her lip again and then shouting, even louder. “C-call me!”

Hitch started running faster.

The rest of the day passed without incident.

If ‘without-incident’ included sawing multiple 10-foot thick branches to be able to access his bedroom and raking what had to be four garbage bags full of bonsai leaves off of the ground floor of the police station.

It wasn’t until his machete broke in half as Hitch was clawing his way toward his bathroom, feeling like some kind of jungle expedition leader, that he finally decided he was going to need to find other accommodations.

Thus he found himself, reluctantly, knocking on the door to Maretime Bay’s lighthouse.

“Who’s knocking on my bucking door so late at-” a bedraggedly tired voice drifted through the fine oak as candlelight began to shine through the curtains drawn across the front door’s window.

The door clicked open, revealing a Sunny that Hitch had rarely seen - her hair completely out of sorts and frizzy, dark circles of tiredness under her eyes, and a bathrobe pulled up around her shoulders. She glared at him with suspicion.

He’d forgotten just how much of an early-bird Sunny was.

“H-hey Sunny, I was having trouble getting into my home, what with it being all… y’know ‘tree-y’... and I know you have that guest bedroom and I was hoping I c-”

“Mmf, yeah. Take it, go to sleep, and don’t wake me the buck up until a reasonable hour.” Sunny grouched, her eyes already drooping back down as she turned around and half-stumbled groggily back toward her room.

“Ah, thanks.” Hitch swallowed nervously, part of him scared at seeing this side of his usually upbeat and outgoing friend… another part somewhat grateful that whatever strange attraction she’d been starting to feel in the afternoon seemed locked away when she was so desperate for sleep.

Carefully closing the front door behind him so that the click wouldn’t be too loud, he trotted over to Sunny’s guest bedroom. Although it had once been her father’s room, Sunny had converted it long ago to accommodate guests -- something the Maretime Bay outcast had not had an opportunity to do lately. When she came over from Bridlewood, Izzy would usually stay here.

Hitch peeked into the room, which was neat and tidy, though filled with many trappings that were a bit feminine for his tastes. He could see touches of Izzy’s trademark arts and crafts adorning the room as well - from handmade greeting cards on the dresser to a macaroni-and-glitter-inspired photo frame hanging on the door to the guest bathroom.

“That girl just loves glitter,” Hitch muttered to himself as he hopped up onto the comfortable bed. He could inspect the room’s decor in the morning, once he’d regained some of his energy.

Slipping into the covers, his nostrils twitched. He could smell Izzy’s lavender-like scent on the very sheets, bringing to mind images of the beautiful, bouncy, semi-crazy unicorn.

He felt sleep overtake him, his last thoughts of the wide-beaming smile of the mare he’d once thought of as an absolute terror.

Author's Note

Phew!

I've been meaning to write a G5 fic for a while. I really did like the character designs, and having a male protag finally seemed ripe for exploitation.

Hope you enjoy!