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MIX: Burn Notice | Watch Me Burn | R | Larry/OC; Larry/Michael
Title: Watch Me Burn
Fandom: Burn Notice
Rating: R
Pairing: Larry/OC, Larry/Michael (past, implied)
Warnings: Violence, specifically depiction of/glorification of murder; reference to animal euthanasia; canonical character death; evil; more evil; typical Larry fare.
Summary: Darkness and over-the-top evil: a ficmix for Larry Sizemore.
Word Count: 1,400 (excluding lyrics)
Disclaimer: All copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. This work is not created for profit and constitutes fair use.
A/N: FINALLY. Now that this is done, maybe Larry will shut the hell up for awhile. Thanks for the beta, Kelly.
Scrooge + The Muppet Christmas Carol
He must be so lonely, he must be so sad
He goes to extremes to convince us he's bad
He's really a victim of fear and of pride
Look close and there must be a sweet man inside
The man smiles at him, and Lawrence isn’t sure why he’s so unsettled by that smile. “Can I help you with anything else?” he asks, cautiously.
“As a matter of fact, there is,” he says. “What did you say your name was again?”
“Garber, sir,” he replies, confused. “Lawrence Garber.”
“Garber,” the man says, almost experimentally. “Larry Garber. I like that.”
“Thank you?” he says, and the man smiles again.
“No, no,” he replies, and suddenly Lawrence can barely breathe, shockwaves of pain reverberating throughout his body. His eyes flick downward, to the knife plunged into his chest. “Thank you.”
Naaaaaaah (uh-uh)
+
Devil in a Midnight Mass + Billy Talent
Violent knight at the edge of your knife
Forgive me Father... won't make it right
Silent night for the rest of my life
Silent night at the edge of your knife
(You're guilty!)
A devil in a midnight mass
Killed the boy inside the man
The holy water in his hands
Larry hates the word innocent.
He doubts the reality of the term, because he has yet to meet one damn person who might qualify for that label. It’s an irrelevant ideal, handed out to those select few considered pure, and all it does is make you more likely to overlook and underestimate.
He sees it for what it is: a rationalization, a line fed to the fresh meat so they don’t bolt. We never hurt the innocent.
It makes him laugh. Innocence, by these standards, is fragile and fleeting. According to them, he was innocent once.
Now look at him.
Can never wash away his sins
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Boring + P!nk
You're scrumptious
I kinda like it
I'm indecisive
I change my mind a lot
But you're hot (you're so hot)
But I think you kinda know it
Really hopin’ you don't blow it
So bring it!
You’re tired?
He’s pretty sure Melinda isn’t her real name.
He never really saw himself as the marrying kind. Women mostly bore him. Sex is fun, sure, but with men, it’s more than that: a tool, a weapon, to dominate, to control. With men, it’s satisfying. With women, it’s biological. Boring.
That’s not really different with Melinda—they only actually fuck a couple times. The marriage is a sham to help sell a con. It ends up being convenient, and he likes her.
He’d stab her in the back if he needed to. That’s fair, though; she’d do the same to him.
Boring!
+
To Another Abyss + Bad Religion
And you know that it’s such a bitch
When you learn to scratch that itch
Of blatant fallibility
Sooner to some, but eventually
All gets pointed in the same direction
While the human masses and their vague conceptions
Obliterate each other with impunity
Larry doesn’t trust the CIA.
They have their uses, and he likes his job—for the most part. He thinks they tend to soft-foot it when they need to hit the gas, and bureaucracy can always go to hell, but it challenges him, he gets to travel, and the perks are nice.
Maybe one day, a long time ago, he might have bought into the bullshit patriotism crap, but he’s way past that now. He’s useful to them, and he’ll stick around as long as he stays useful.
He’s letting them think he’s a company man. It works for now.
And you wonder, “what’s in this for me?”
+
Instinct + Crowded House
I lit the match
I lit the match
I saw another monster turn to ash
Felt the burden lifted from my back
Do you recognize the nervous twitch
That exposes the weakness of the myth
When your turn comes 'round
And the light goes on
And you feel your attraction again
He sees such potential in Michael, that bright spark of anger lurking just beneath the surface, trying to find the way out. Some careful cultivation and that pretty little ember will blossom into a full blown conflagration, a towering inferno of rage. He and Michael will devour entire cities, leaving nothing but a swath of twisted, broken bodies and scorched earth in their wake.
At least, that’s the plan, right up until Michael meets him, and all his hard work starts circling the drain.
He knew he should have killed Sam Axe back in ’84 when he had the chance.
Your instinct can't be wrong
+
I Will Not Bow + Breaking Benjamin
Save your breath, it's far from over
Leave the lost and dead behind
Now's your chance to run for cover
I don't want to change the world
I just wanna leave it colder
Light the fuse and burn it up
Take the path that leads to nowhere
All is lost again
Larry has made up his mind: he’s not going to be their puppet anymore.
They’re full of shit, calling the shots like they have any fucking clue. These are his skills, his instincts—what the hell does he need them for, telling him where to go and what to do?
He’s done being their little errand boy. The strings have been cut, the line has been drawn in the sand; there’s no going back. He’s his own man, and he’s going to do things his way—whether they like it or not.
He dares them to try and stop him.
But I’m not giving in
+
One More Murder + Better Than Ezra
One more murder in this town
It don't mean a thing
Just lock your doors and drive around
One more murder in this town
Don't worry, the rain'll wash the chalk marks
From the ground
Saturday night, shot ring out
They’re trying to play it like he’s out of control. So he killed a few people he wasn't strictly authorized to kill—so what? They’re going to start getting sentimental now? He's the one out in the field, doing the dirty work, seeing what's really going on. He's the one who should be able to make that call, and fuck the bureaucracy. The ends justify the means, after all. Isn’t that what they always say?
He should’ve known they’d be pissed that he finally decided to break free, but it doesn’t matter.
He’s got his exit strategy already in place.
Add one to the body count
+
Burn + Three Days Grace
I'll tell you now you can't win this
‘Cause you're way too slow
I'll tell you now I'm gonna take this
Did you come here to watch me, watch me burn?
I'll let it show that I'm not always hiding
Come all the way down
And watch me burn
I won't let it show that I'm not always flying
So on the way down
They’re in fucking Russia. That’s what gets him. It’s the goddamn underground bunker capital of the world, and no one has managed to find the one under this building. Then again, they aren’t looking for it, they don’t have his contacts, and he didn’t get this job because of his smile.
It is a great smile, though, and he shoots his witnesses—you need to have plenty of those when you’re faking your death—one last wide, white-toothed grin before heading into the oil refinery.
When the first explosion goes off, far above his head, he leans back and laughs.
I'll watch you burn
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What a Fucking Lovely Day! + Stephin Merritt
What a fucking lovely day
Everything has gone my way
All my flags are unfurled
I'm the king of the world
And to think it's only May
It's my favorite time of year
For a spree of crime and fear
It's a joy just to breathe and to scheme and deceive
He feels like a new man.
With his contacts, getting out of Russia will be a breeze, as will avoiding anyone from his former life. Everyone swallows his death hook, line, and sinker, but then, he knew they would.
He’s got his skills, his instincts, and a fledgling network of connections that will have to be beefed up now that he doesn’t have his government job anymore. That’s the easy part, though, and it’s all looking up from here.
He robs and kills a man just before leaving the country, in celebration.
Now it’s time to make some money.
What a fucking lovely day!
+
Land of the Dead + Voltaire
In the Land of the Dead
Heck, boy, ain't it grand?
I'm the Overlord of the Underworld
'Cause I hold Horror's Hand
In the Land of the Dead
I'm dark side royalty
I'm far renowned in the underground
Starting a new business is tough in any economy.
Larry thinks there are a few tricks to succeeding, though: first, you have to have a good product or service, one that people are always going to need. You also have to really enjoy your work, be committed.
Marketing’s important, too. Have to get the word out, make sure you build up a solid reputation—and live up to that reputation.
Smirking, he casually doses his latest deadee’s drink, then retreats to the shadows to watch. In an hour, he’ll be fifty grand richer.
It feels good to be on top.
And you can't take that from me
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Oh No You Didn’t + Wojahn Brothers
Oh no you didn’t!
After I deliver
Your blood will be a river of red
Oh no you didn’t!
Better beware
When no one’s there to defend you!
Oh no you didn’t!
So many ways to kill
He does not suffer fools. The quicker that part of his reputation spreads, the better, and he’ll use whatever method necessary to be sure it does. Poisons make easy for-hire work; guns will do in a pinch; but his favorite, oh, his favorite are knives. Knives are for when you want to get up close and personal, for when you want to see the fear and watch the life drain from their eyes.
Those kills are the most fun, letting his anger consume him, unleashing the fire, letting go.
It’s good business. It sends a message.
And it’s fucking beautiful.
It’s gonna be a thrill to end you
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Yer Majesty + Shinedown
You know I'm coming for you
'Cause I got nothing to lose
And now I'm still on my way for the pay
So you wanted to be free from everything you've done to me?
And you wanted to be known so you wouldn't feel so alone?
And you wanted to believe that you still had integrity?
At first, it just hurts, watching Michael bottle up the best parts of himself, playing at being a boy scout. He has such a well of darkness, of perfect, destructive, gorgeous anger, and what does he do? Pretend he’s a choir boy. It’s sickening.
Then comes betrayal after betrayal, and Larry cuts him some slack, he does—there’s nobody else he’d let get away with stealing ten cents from him, let alone two million dollars—but sending him to that Albanian hellhole prison, that he can’t abide. He has to end him.
It’ll be like putting down a sick dog.
And I'm sorry you're on your knees, but you can't blame me, yer majesty
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Crash Goes My World + Cadence Grace
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang goes my universe
Boom, boom, boom
Crash goes my world
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang goes my universe
Boom, boom, boom
Larry’s not stupid. He’s always been aware that when he goes out, he’s going out in a huge fucking blaze of glory, and it’s probably going to be at someone else’s hand. He does still have a few enemies left alive, after all.
Still, he never expected it to be this soon, and he certainly never expected it to be her, Fiona fucking Glenanne. If he cared about irony or poetic justice, it might amuse him.
He notices the cyclonite too late. Her finger is already on the detonator.
His last thought is simply: Well, at least it’s not Sam.
Crash goes my world
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Freak Like Me + Halestorm
So shout if you’re a freak like me
You were born to burn
This is no disease, you don’t need a cure!
It’s our time now to come out!
If you’re a freak like me!
If you’re a freak like me!
We’re underground but we will not surrender
We’re gonna give them something to remember, yeah
So write your name in gasoline
“If it isn’t my long lost ex-husband,” she says, and he smirks, dropping onto the stool beside her.
“Melinda,” he says, in greeting.
“Annabella,” she corrects, smirking. “I heard you were dead.”
He snorts. “I’d eliminate that contact.”
“Then I heard you were still working.” She grins. “What brings you to Miami? Business or pleasure?”
“Actually, a little of both.” He licks his lips.
“Your ex,” she says, nodding, and doesn’t miss the flash of rage in his eyes. Hot. She picks up her drink. “Plan on leaving the city standing?”
“We’ll see,” he says, grinning viciously.
They clink glasses.
And set that shit on fire
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Fandom: Burn Notice
Rating: R
Pairing: Larry/OC, Larry/Michael (past, implied)
Warnings: Violence, specifically depiction of/glorification of murder; reference to animal euthanasia; canonical character death; evil; more evil; typical Larry fare.
Summary: Darkness and over-the-top evil: a ficmix for Larry Sizemore.
Word Count: 1,400 (excluding lyrics)
Disclaimer: All copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. This work is not created for profit and constitutes fair use.
A/N: FINALLY. Now that this is done, maybe Larry will shut the hell up for awhile. Thanks for the beta, Kelly.
He must be so lonely, he must be so sad
He goes to extremes to convince us he's bad
He's really a victim of fear and of pride
Look close and there must be a sweet man inside
The man smiles at him, and Lawrence isn’t sure why he’s so unsettled by that smile. “Can I help you with anything else?” he asks, cautiously.
“As a matter of fact, there is,” he says. “What did you say your name was again?”
“Garber, sir,” he replies, confused. “Lawrence Garber.”
“Garber,” the man says, almost experimentally. “Larry Garber. I like that.”
“Thank you?” he says, and the man smiles again.
“No, no,” he replies, and suddenly Lawrence can barely breathe, shockwaves of pain reverberating throughout his body. His eyes flick downward, to the knife plunged into his chest. “Thank you.”
+
Devil in a Midnight Mass + Billy Talent
Violent knight at the edge of your knife
Forgive me Father... won't make it right
Silent night for the rest of my life
Silent night at the edge of your knife
(You're guilty!)
A devil in a midnight mass
Killed the boy inside the man
The holy water in his hands
Larry hates the word innocent.
He doubts the reality of the term, because he has yet to meet one damn person who might qualify for that label. It’s an irrelevant ideal, handed out to those select few considered pure, and all it does is make you more likely to overlook and underestimate.
He sees it for what it is: a rationalization, a line fed to the fresh meat so they don’t bolt. We never hurt the innocent.
It makes him laugh. Innocence, by these standards, is fragile and fleeting. According to them, he was innocent once.
Now look at him.
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Boring + P!nk
You're scrumptious
I kinda like it
I'm indecisive
I change my mind a lot
But you're hot (you're so hot)
But I think you kinda know it
Really hopin’ you don't blow it
So bring it!
You’re tired?
He’s pretty sure Melinda isn’t her real name.
He never really saw himself as the marrying kind. Women mostly bore him. Sex is fun, sure, but with men, it’s more than that: a tool, a weapon, to dominate, to control. With men, it’s satisfying. With women, it’s biological. Boring.
That’s not really different with Melinda—they only actually fuck a couple times. The marriage is a sham to help sell a con. It ends up being convenient, and he likes her.
He’d stab her in the back if he needed to. That’s fair, though; she’d do the same to him.
+
To Another Abyss + Bad Religion
And you know that it’s such a bitch
When you learn to scratch that itch
Of blatant fallibility
Sooner to some, but eventually
All gets pointed in the same direction
While the human masses and their vague conceptions
Obliterate each other with impunity
Larry doesn’t trust the CIA.
They have their uses, and he likes his job—for the most part. He thinks they tend to soft-foot it when they need to hit the gas, and bureaucracy can always go to hell, but it challenges him, he gets to travel, and the perks are nice.
Maybe one day, a long time ago, he might have bought into the bullshit patriotism crap, but he’s way past that now. He’s useful to them, and he’ll stick around as long as he stays useful.
He’s letting them think he’s a company man. It works for now.
+
Instinct + Crowded House
I lit the match
I lit the match
I saw another monster turn to ash
Felt the burden lifted from my back
Do you recognize the nervous twitch
That exposes the weakness of the myth
When your turn comes 'round
And the light goes on
And you feel your attraction again
He sees such potential in Michael, that bright spark of anger lurking just beneath the surface, trying to find the way out. Some careful cultivation and that pretty little ember will blossom into a full blown conflagration, a towering inferno of rage. He and Michael will devour entire cities, leaving nothing but a swath of twisted, broken bodies and scorched earth in their wake.
At least, that’s the plan, right up until Michael meets him, and all his hard work starts circling the drain.
He knew he should have killed Sam Axe back in ’84 when he had the chance.
+
I Will Not Bow + Breaking Benjamin
Save your breath, it's far from over
Leave the lost and dead behind
Now's your chance to run for cover
I don't want to change the world
I just wanna leave it colder
Light the fuse and burn it up
Take the path that leads to nowhere
All is lost again
Larry has made up his mind: he’s not going to be their puppet anymore.
They’re full of shit, calling the shots like they have any fucking clue. These are his skills, his instincts—what the hell does he need them for, telling him where to go and what to do?
He’s done being their little errand boy. The strings have been cut, the line has been drawn in the sand; there’s no going back. He’s his own man, and he’s going to do things his way—whether they like it or not.
He dares them to try and stop him.
+
One More Murder + Better Than Ezra
One more murder in this town
It don't mean a thing
Just lock your doors and drive around
One more murder in this town
Don't worry, the rain'll wash the chalk marks
From the ground
Saturday night, shot ring out
They’re trying to play it like he’s out of control. So he killed a few people he wasn't strictly authorized to kill—so what? They’re going to start getting sentimental now? He's the one out in the field, doing the dirty work, seeing what's really going on. He's the one who should be able to make that call, and fuck the bureaucracy. The ends justify the means, after all. Isn’t that what they always say?
He should’ve known they’d be pissed that he finally decided to break free, but it doesn’t matter.
He’s got his exit strategy already in place.
+
Burn + Three Days Grace
I'll tell you now you can't win this
‘Cause you're way too slow
I'll tell you now I'm gonna take this
Did you come here to watch me, watch me burn?
I'll let it show that I'm not always hiding
Come all the way down
And watch me burn
I won't let it show that I'm not always flying
So on the way down
They’re in fucking Russia. That’s what gets him. It’s the goddamn underground bunker capital of the world, and no one has managed to find the one under this building. Then again, they aren’t looking for it, they don’t have his contacts, and he didn’t get this job because of his smile.
It is a great smile, though, and he shoots his witnesses—you need to have plenty of those when you’re faking your death—one last wide, white-toothed grin before heading into the oil refinery.
When the first explosion goes off, far above his head, he leans back and laughs.
+
What a Fucking Lovely Day! + Stephin Merritt
What a fucking lovely day
Everything has gone my way
All my flags are unfurled
I'm the king of the world
And to think it's only May
It's my favorite time of year
For a spree of crime and fear
It's a joy just to breathe and to scheme and deceive
He feels like a new man.
With his contacts, getting out of Russia will be a breeze, as will avoiding anyone from his former life. Everyone swallows his death hook, line, and sinker, but then, he knew they would.
He’s got his skills, his instincts, and a fledgling network of connections that will have to be beefed up now that he doesn’t have his government job anymore. That’s the easy part, though, and it’s all looking up from here.
He robs and kills a man just before leaving the country, in celebration.
Now it’s time to make some money.
+
Land of the Dead + Voltaire
In the Land of the Dead
Heck, boy, ain't it grand?
I'm the Overlord of the Underworld
'Cause I hold Horror's Hand
In the Land of the Dead
I'm dark side royalty
I'm far renowned in the underground
Starting a new business is tough in any economy.
Larry thinks there are a few tricks to succeeding, though: first, you have to have a good product or service, one that people are always going to need. You also have to really enjoy your work, be committed.
Marketing’s important, too. Have to get the word out, make sure you build up a solid reputation—and live up to that reputation.
Smirking, he casually doses his latest deadee’s drink, then retreats to the shadows to watch. In an hour, he’ll be fifty grand richer.
It feels good to be on top.
+
Oh No You Didn’t + Wojahn Brothers
Oh no you didn’t!
After I deliver
Your blood will be a river of red
Oh no you didn’t!
Better beware
When no one’s there to defend you!
Oh no you didn’t!
So many ways to kill
He does not suffer fools. The quicker that part of his reputation spreads, the better, and he’ll use whatever method necessary to be sure it does. Poisons make easy for-hire work; guns will do in a pinch; but his favorite, oh, his favorite are knives. Knives are for when you want to get up close and personal, for when you want to see the fear and watch the life drain from their eyes.
Those kills are the most fun, letting his anger consume him, unleashing the fire, letting go.
It’s good business. It sends a message.
And it’s fucking beautiful.
+
Yer Majesty + Shinedown
You know I'm coming for you
'Cause I got nothing to lose
And now I'm still on my way for the pay
So you wanted to be free from everything you've done to me?
And you wanted to be known so you wouldn't feel so alone?
And you wanted to believe that you still had integrity?
At first, it just hurts, watching Michael bottle up the best parts of himself, playing at being a boy scout. He has such a well of darkness, of perfect, destructive, gorgeous anger, and what does he do? Pretend he’s a choir boy. It’s sickening.
Then comes betrayal after betrayal, and Larry cuts him some slack, he does—there’s nobody else he’d let get away with stealing ten cents from him, let alone two million dollars—but sending him to that Albanian hellhole prison, that he can’t abide. He has to end him.
It’ll be like putting down a sick dog.
+
Crash Goes My World + Cadence Grace
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang goes my universe
Boom, boom, boom
Crash goes my world
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang goes my universe
Boom, boom, boom
Larry’s not stupid. He’s always been aware that when he goes out, he’s going out in a huge fucking blaze of glory, and it’s probably going to be at someone else’s hand. He does still have a few enemies left alive, after all.
Still, he never expected it to be this soon, and he certainly never expected it to be her, Fiona fucking Glenanne. If he cared about irony or poetic justice, it might amuse him.
He notices the cyclonite too late. Her finger is already on the detonator.
His last thought is simply: Well, at least it’s not Sam.
+
Freak Like Me + Halestorm
So shout if you’re a freak like me
You were born to burn
This is no disease, you don’t need a cure!
It’s our time now to come out!
If you’re a freak like me!
If you’re a freak like me!
We’re underground but we will not surrender
We’re gonna give them something to remember, yeah
So write your name in gasoline
“If it isn’t my long lost ex-husband,” she says, and he smirks, dropping onto the stool beside her.
“Melinda,” he says, in greeting.
“Annabella,” she corrects, smirking. “I heard you were dead.”
He snorts. “I’d eliminate that contact.”
“Then I heard you were still working.” She grins. “What brings you to Miami? Business or pleasure?”
“Actually, a little of both.” He licks his lips.
“Your ex,” she says, nodding, and doesn’t miss the flash of rage in his eyes. Hot. She picks up her drink. “Plan on leaving the city standing?”
“We’ll see,” he says, grinning viciously.
They clink glasses.
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Like I said, I really like Melinda/Annabella; she's awesome, for all we hardly know her. I cannot wait for the show to address the fact that Larry is still alive because he's unkillable.
Great job!
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I enjoy Melinda. (Calling her that for simplicity's sake; even I don't know her real name.) Am contemplating having her show up
ifwhenif I write that AU fic and confusing the hell out of the trio. We shall see. XDMan, I would love it if that happened. He's too awesome a character.
Thank you!
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Dammit, Kelly, now I have the whole scene in my head. Also when she meets them! Her, to Larry, in an aside: "Huh, now I know why you still have a thing for him. That ass."
AUGH THIS IS NOT REMOTELY WHAT I SHOULD BE WRITING.
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I mean, you already have a SFBB set up this way...
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DO YOU KNOW THAT
I FEEL LIKE YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT ABOUT YOURSELF
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AT LEAST THOSE DIDN'T INTERFERE WITH MEETING ANOTHER DEADLINE
SO IT IS SOMEWHAT DIFFERENT
KINDA
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ALSO, HOW MANY COMMAS CAN I CRAM INTO A SENTENCE AND HAVE IT BE GRAMMATICALLY CORRECT?
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IDK BUT YOU DID A PRETTY GOOD JOB WITH THAT SENTENCE RIGHT THERE
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I REALLY DO WANT THE SAMS AND FI AND ALL WRITTEN. BUT I ALSO WANT THIS POTENTIAL SFBB...
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TODAY IS A WRITING DAY, DAMMIT
I WILL GET THIS DONE IF IT KILLS ME
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ON BOTH THINGS. =P
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