Rainy Day Delight

I don't own Soul Calibur

Today... Was shopping day.

It is perfectly understandable that we cannot survive without necessities, eggs, vegetables, and meat other than whatever Mortimer could catch… So, I went into the nearby town to acquire local produce and supplies to be delivered as close to the mansion as possible. Preferably at the top of the hill at least…

Unfortunately, due to the Mistress' reputation acquiring services in town was a lot more difficult than you would expect. I had thought about hiring some of the more physically fit sailors on shore leave as they would be the most interested in seeing the Mistress' famed beauty, but that would just spend more money.

However, after acquiring a sack of fine salt to be delivered to the mansion I decided to spice up the Mistress' menu and cook some fish, making my way to the fish market at the docks. But what immediately caught my attention was the catcalls lingering with the cries of seagulls and the shouting of fish merchants trying to tend to their fresh catches.

"Wooo look at that lassie!"

"She can steer my rudder anytime!"

"Have a look over here gorgeous!"

*Large collection of whistling.*

A remarkably beautiful blonde woman with a blue ribbon trying her hair in a ponytail strode off a transport ship, and immediately drew the unfortunate attention of several shore leave sailors. She wore an odd, flora robe in a design I had never seen before tall wooden clog sandals, and a flowery paper umbrella on her shoulder that she used to shade herself from the sun… but admittedly. What really caught my attention was her large, wobbling breasts, I'm almost certain that she could rival the Mistress in size.

She glared at the sailors primping and posing carrying on as if they weren't there at all.

"Hey there…" a tall one, tanned skinned and with a slight hint of a greek accent leaned casually across her path as she tried to make her way through the fish market stalls, I stopped inspecting a particularly healthy-looking tuna as she glared at him. "How's about you an I get a drink together?" he said, in a particularly suave air.

She promptly side-stepped him and kept going. It was a slightly comical sight, he stared briefly into space, as if trying to process the fact that she was no longer there. "Hey!" he said, angrily, turning the grab her arm. Her eyes widened furiously as she glared at his hand, them him. "I know what you are Geisha…" he hissed angrily, "You think I'm not good enough for you?!"

"What you want from me…" she said, her voice had a hint of an accent, Irish maybe, "Is not what a Geisha is for." she said, coldly. "Release me, before I remove your hand."

"Oh you little bi-" A tuna suddenly smacked him in the face, "Agh! What the fuck!?" he stumbled away, honestly it was a lucky throw. However, before anyone could react, suddenly there was a very pointy sword tip under the sailor's chin. The bottom of her umbrella contained a hidden sword, an eastern sword from the look of it. "Urp…" he went nervously still, as she shot him a steely-eyed glare.

"Do. not. Touch. Me." He backed nervously away, then quickly scoffed her off as if she didn't terrify the excrement out of him.

"Hey! Who's going to pay for my fish!" Cried the fishmonger who chased after the sailor. The woman sheathed her sword in her umbrella, then casually walked on. She glanced at me briefly, before passing by as I quickly washed my hands of the affair and went back to buying dinner.

Thankfully the delivery men actually brought our supplies to the front door… if not a little haphazardly. But upon depositing many of the groceries in the house. the Mistress appeared from the bath, carrying a green-covered book and wearing her deep purple bathrobe that showed an awful lot of leg, and just open enough to remind me that she had a magnificent set of… ahem…

"Mistress." I greeted her politely as I hefted a box of salted meats.

"Karlson." She noted lazily, glancing at the groceries. "Is Mortimer not with you?"

"No Mistress he's off hunting again." I noted politely, heading towards the kitchen with whatever I could carry.

"So he made you carry all of that by yourself?" she said, not offering to assist me at all. But she is a noble: It was only fitting… she did however seem content in accompanying me in her bathrobe.

"I hired some laborers Mistress. They were to deliver while I tended to the fish market… actually." I noted. "There was a rather interesting woman there. She had just arrived."

…My Mistress had such a LOOK on her face… I couldn't quite describe it. A crass man would probably say, 'pissed'. "What sort of woman?"

"…Well I think they called her a 'geisha'?" I said, trying to remember the word. "She was quite fierce; she drew a hidden sword from an umbrella…" I said, miming the motion. "Scared off a pushy sailor that had an unfortunate accident with a flying fish." I added, a little proud of myself.

Mistress's look seemed to soften as a look of recognition replaced it. "Oh. I think I know her."

"I would not be surprised, Mistress." I said practically as she glared at me but was unable to hide a smirk as I went to put away the rest of our supplies.

"And just what do you mean by that Karlson?" she asked imperiously as I continued my work, as well as beginning to prepare the fish.

"The Mistress attracts very… interesting people." She rolled her beautiful purple eyes, lightly tapping my head with the spine of her book.

"You're one of them Karlson."

"…I'm not saying that's a bad thing Mistress." I added with a playful smile.

She gave me a knowing smirk, "…When did you get so snarky?"

"I don't know what you mean Mistress." I replied professionally

"Hmph…Tend to dinner Karlson, I'm going to get dressed..."

"Certainly Mistress." I said as she turned, my eyes glued to her buttocks as the robe barely hide her smooth, round-FOCUS…

…It started to rain… then the rain quickly turned into a torrent. Then a full-on thunderstorm, lightning flashed and thunder boomed, rattling the old valentine Mansion as I finished Mistress' dinner. Looks like Mortimer was spending the evening in the hunting cabin, poor sod. It must be murder for his old bones. But at least he enjoyed his work…

"Mistress." I called, heading up the stairs to her room. "Mistress." I repeated opening her bedroom door. Finding her beautiful visage reading her book by candlelight by the rain-washed window. Water pitter-pattering loudly as lightning flashed and thunder boomed. "Dinner is prepared."

She marked her page, closed her book, and left it on the table by the window… seconds before the window itself blasted open, water sprayed her body. It was as if a tremendous giant of folklore sneezed into her room. She stumbled back but I caught her and kept her steady on her feet before quickly tending to the windows, shutting and securing them before closing the curtains. "Ugh…" she mumbled, wiping her face of water as I retrieved a towel for her. "Thank you Karlson." She mumbled, dabbing her soft breasts of water as I looked away, and quickly went to tend to something else.

"Of course, Mistress. Excuse me I need to secure the mansion." I said, as she smirked, still drying her large breasts.

It took me moments to tend to the windows of the mansion, many were already secured as we hardly used much of the guest rooms. However just as I fished checking the kitchen and made my way to check the front doors, it rattled as the knocker on the front banged away. Somebody was there…

I hesitated, briefly, retrieving Mortimer's spear from behind the door and opened it…

She was just standing there, the umbrella opened, and barely keeping her dry as the wind swept through her blonde hair and her robe-like clothes fluttered wetly around her legs. Her eyes narrowed as she stared at me, "…You were at the fish market." She said, stating the obvious but now the wind was ripping through the grass and practically blew her through the door, I retrieved her arm and yanked her in, slamming the door shut against the wind and barricading it.

"Son of a-" I mumbled quietly, wiping water from my face. "Are you alright? What the devil were you doing in this weather?!"

"Karlson?" the Mistress called, and upon seeing we had a 'guest'. Reluctantly(?) tightened her robe. "…Setsuka." She said flatly, neither annoyed nor delighted to see this woman. Apparently, she was feeling neutral at her presence.

"Isabella…" the woman, Setsuka, said casually, getting to her feet and just… dripping water EVERYWHERE.

"…You're not here to fight me, are you? Because I am not interested. Karlson put the spear away." Setsuka apparently realizing I was holding a weapon, glared at me. But I put the spear back in its position behind the door before retrieving some towels.

"…I was kicked out of my inn…" she said, sounding almost embarrassed, squeezing her wet hair onto the floor-I'm going to have to clean that up…

"And… just why did you get kicked out of your inn?" Mistress asked, descending the stairs and crossing her arms under her breasts, lifting them up as if to impose the fact that they were bigger than Setsuka's.

"A man I had an encounter with earlier came to the inn with friends… I then broke quite a few pieces of furniture explaining to them how I was not interested in keeping them company." She frowned quietly, "I then remembered that you lived in the area, I was hoping you could put me up for the night."

Mistress glared at her as I dried off, handing Miss Setsuka a towel as thunder and lightning continued to make their presence known. "…Very well. I suppose I could shelter you from the Storm. Karlson."

"Yes, Mistress." I replied, ready to receive orders as I tossed the towel easily into the laundry room.

"Please put Setsuka in a guest room, and give her a brief tour…" she noted."

"Certainly Mistress." She turned and went back up the stairs, I quickly diverted my eyes from her distracting posterior and went to task. "The bathroom is right there by the stairs." I said, pointing towards it. "My room is right next to it…"

"I don't believe I need to know where your room is." She said with a familiar smirk on her face as I cleared my throat.

"Currently I am the only servant in the house… so if you need me for something that is where you may find me." I added, smoothly. "Kitchen. Laundry. Upstairs. Library…" I listed, giving her a bare-bones tour. "And here is your room." I decided, to place her in one of the guestrooms on the lower floor. "Do you have any questions? Are you hungry?"

"…Do you always throw fish at rude sailors?" she asked, entering her room as I replied, without missing a beat.

"My hand slipped; I actually have very poor aim." She coughed… or maybe she almost chuckled, it was hard to tell. "Well if you need anything Miss Setsuka please call for me…" I was about to close the door, when I remembered and added. "Oh… right. If you see a woman dressed in a red bodysuit running around, just ignore her. I'm afraid we have a slight infestation of ninjas…"

"…What?" Setsuka said confusion clear on her face.

"Yes… we've got ninja in the rafters. Now we'll never be able to get them out." A wet towel flew out of nowhere and smacked onto my face like a wet fishing net, I took it in stride. "…She hates it when I say that. Miss TAKI!!" I shouted indignantly as I shut the doors.

I quickly lost track of Miss Taki. Despite the fact how open this mansion feels sometimes... I mean, you could have a sword duel right in the middle of it and not hit anything. It was quite amazing how sometimes Miss Taki can vanish literally before my eyes… but closing a few curtains I made my way to my room…

And was thoroughly disappointed. The window had broken, and a stream of water had soaked my bed, I scrambled to it and immediately shut the shutters. I didn't get curtains, bracing them shut and sighing as I looked at the mattress. It was going to take me hours of sunlight to get it dry, and that was in short supply…

I carried much of it into the main hall, stretching out the sheets and blanket trying to get the water out as I soon heard the Mistress… "Karlson."

"Yesss?" I strained, twisting out the water, "Mistress?" I glanced at her as she watched me.

"What are you doing?"

"…I forgot to tend to my room when I was securing the household Mistress…" I noted as the thunder outside boomed even louder, this storm wasn't going away any time soon. "And now my sheets are soaked." I shrugged. It's a servant's life.

"…Well luckily for you Karlson there is a good deal of rooms to pick from." She noted, "You may spend the night in one of them until yours is tended too."

"Thank you, Mistress." I said smiling politely, "I will sleep in the second guest room on the lower floor then. Good night." She watched me intently for a moment, raising an eyebrow curiously as I stood there, staring back. "Um. Did you need something else Mistress?"

"…A servant that can take a hint?"

"Pardon?" I didn't quite hear her, she had mumbled a little.

"Nothing Karlson. Good Night." She said, her lips twitching slightly, turning and walking back up the stairs to her room.

"Good Night Mistress." A few minutes after she had returned to her room, I finished doing what I could to my sheets, letting them hang and dry as best they could before I tried to determine which room I could sleep in…

Finally, I settled on sleeping on the couch in the library… much less pressure, taking a spare blanket and a pillow and enjoying. It's the simple things that a servant can appreciate.

But finally, before I was about to turn in, I decided to bathe. Taking this opportunity to head into the bath.

Off came my clothes, of which I was fairly certain I wouldn't be wearing to bed, and I slipped into the hot water and let it soak my joints. A hard day and hard work eased the soul. I lost track of time as I relaxed… however, I was jolted back to reality as the door opened.

"Oh. It's occupied." I glanced at the entrance; Miss Setsuka stood there staring at me. "I would not have entered if-Holy shit." Her eyes widened and I sighed… I suddenly had a case of Déjà vu… its this new French craze… stupid French.

"Ah… apologies Miss Setsuka that door doesn't lock." I said as she continued to stare at all three of my legs, I then reached for a towel, "…If you could turn away for a moment?"

"What? Oh. Yes... Right. Yes." She said, looking away as I got out of the tub and wrapped it around my waist.

"Now. Please I insist, enjoy the bath. I should be finished anyway." And I left leaving her staring at me as I collected my clothes and adjourned to the library. If I thought that was the end of it well obviously it wouldn't be. History repeats as they say.

I was jostled awake, sitting up on the couch to the sound of rain pitter-pattering on the windows. It was still raining; it hadn't let up at all. "Karlson. I believe I specifically told you to take a guest room." My Mistress noted, wearing her bathrobe as I sat up.

"Apologies Mistress…" I got up, straightened my clothes, and stood at attention. "Did you need something?"

"Breakfast." She noted as I smiled.

"Certainly." I said as she walked out with me.

"Did our guest cause any trouble?" she asked as I began preparing her meal.

"No Ma'am… other than a brief encounter in the bathroom everything was normal." I felt her stare on my neck and I turned, finding an icy look glaring at me, her bright lips purse and her arms crossed.

"…You saw her in the bath?"

"She saw ME in the bath." I noted, "…and it was only an accident, I don't know why that door doesn't have a lock."

"It does have a lock."

"…Then why is it always open?" I asked confused. "…Miss Taki."

"Bloody Ninjas." The Mistress mumbled, "Well… regardless Karlson, it seems we are trapped in the mansion at the moment." as she said it thunder boomed outside. "So… we're just going to have to cope."

"Right. Scheduled bathing times?"

"Yes. And you will be joining me in my bedroom in the evening." She noted as bacon grease spluttered from the pan and stung my hand.

"Pardon!?"

She glared at me over a cup of tea… that I didn't make her. Who made her that tea? "I need to make sure you get a good restful sleep Karlson, that couch is older than both of us together."

"So not very old then." I said, a rather adorably twinkle flickered in her eyes as she smiled.

"…Finish that up Karlson I'm going to change." She said, still smiling as she left the servant's table.

The day went about normally, I tended to my room as best I could. But only time and sunlight could fix it. The Mistress and her guest remained mostly out of sight, occasionally our eyes would meet but other than that Miss Setsuka was very polite…

Dinner was made, served, and cleaned. And I made sure the house was secure and there were no leaks. This storm was very impressive. Once those checks were done I was about to adjourn to the library once more… only to have a firm grip grab the back of my shirt.

"Karlson."

"Yes? Mistress?" I asked as she easily dragged me away from the library.

"You are quite dirty." She noted as I frowned at the statement. I literally didn't even work up a sweat today. There wasn't much to do. "Take a bath."

"Well that seems out of place-" I began when she said, a little more firmly.

"Let me rephrase that, take a bath. With me." She said.

"…Oh… yes Ma'am." I said as she curled a finger at me, leading me towards the bath.

We entered the bath and I paused as there was already an occupant. She was wearing a sash around her large plump breasts, and what looked like a loincloth (fundoshi), her blonde hair tied up in a ponytail as she held a cloth and bucket.

"…Okay what did I miss?" I asked as suddenly I was shoved into the water, clothes and all. I broke the surface and spat water from my mouth as the Mistress smiled at me, undressing abruptly before my eyes as she slid naked into the water. "…What did I miss?!" I asked as she pulled me towards Miss Setsuka.

"You see Karlson, Setsuka has decided that she owes us a debt, a small debt. But an easily paid one. she yanked off my wet shirt, tossing it away as she fiddled with my belt beneath the water. "And she has decided to pay in full… Stand up Sigurd." I obeyed without question as she pulled my soaked clothes off down my legs. Freeing my erection as their eyes widened. It throbbed as Ivy pushed me to the edge of the tub and sat me down.

"Now then… let's get you cleaned up." Ivy noted, retrieving some soap as Setsuka took the cloth and began to scrub my back. Both of them smiling rather mischievously as Ivy soaked her voluminous breasts with lavender-smelling soap, getting up a large lather that only seemed to make those wonderous orbs even bigger. My length throbbed excitedly before her eyes as she took them in her hands and wrapped them around it.

I groaned in bliss, feeling Ivy's chest squeezing warmth as she bounced them gently and slowly, the soap lubing them up majestically as she gazed up at me. The tip of my length disappeared between her lifting breasts before appearing again as they fell tightly around my erection onto my lap. My hands instinctively clutched to them, enjoying how my fingers sunk into her flesh as her chest continued to rise and fall. The wet slapping of her breasts on my lap echoed around the bathroom.

"I taught you better than that." Setsuka noted as I blinked. "…Move over…" she said suddenly, she slid into the bath, still dressed in her 'clothes' as she pushed the Mistress aside, staring at my length as she lifted her breasts, bound by her sash, and slid my cock between her cleavage.

The sash added to the sensation as she smiled, brushing a strain of her blonde hair from her eyes as, without using her hands, she lifted and dropped her chest on my lap, bouncing her breasts around my length as the sash held them tightly around my length.

I would never admit it to the Mistress but while she had the size Miss Setsuka had the skill. I can only imagine how many men she has pleasured with her breasts, and I was very thankful to be one of them. But thanks to Mistress Ivy's previous attentions, and Setsuka's raw skill my cock pulsated eagerly, desperate for release between her breasts. "Miss Setsuka!" I warned as my cock bulged, a load of semen summoned from my testicles to surge up my length.

Ivy slid behind Setsuka, gripping her breasts and pushing them down around my length as my tip spurted a load. Setsuka closed her eyes as my hot seed splattered all over her beautiful face, my Mistress humming delectably as I coated the beautiful geisha with my semen. Three thick ropes crossed her face and chest as she slowly slid her breasts off my length, they wobbled once they freed my dick. Ivy squeezed her from behind, firmly, a little rough as Setsuka moaned.

One eyes sealed shut by my seed, Setsuka slid to my left side as Ivy to my right, then together, Setsuka yanked her sash from her breasts, freeing them before both pressed their respective breasts together around my cock, Ivy took Setsuka's face in her hands, and pulled her to her lips

. I watched my beautiful mistress French kiss a semen-covered Geisha… God bless the French.

Their breasts pressed firmly together around my cock, their nipples rubbing as they moaned, and Ivy cleaned Setsuka with her tongue. Scooping my seed from her face before she kissed her, depositing her collection into Setsuka's open mouth. Their arms slid around their backs, pulling each other tighter around my cock as it throbbed between their chests, their moans and giggles filling the bathroom.

…I can't take it anymore…

"Mistress." I declared, standing up and pushing them slightly away as they gazed up at me, smirking. "…I need you." I said as she laughed, standing up, towering over me slightly.

"Is that so? Well? Why should I-mMN!!" she shuddered as I grabbed her hips and rammed my erection into her, she moaned, her voice undulating around the bathroom as she tightened and shivered around me. My hands held her firmly, holding her up as Setsuka watched on her knees, "Ugh! Ugh! Sigurd!!" she cried, shivering as she clung to my shoulders. My cock plunged into her as I grabbed a leg and lifted it, spreading her wider as I pushed up into her, she leaned onto me. My hips constantly pumping into her as I felt her saliva rush down my back as she drooled. "Uh! Ohh! C-Cumming! Sigurd! Cumming!!" I rammed deep into her body as she shivered and clenched, my arms wrapped tightly around her and lifted her from the tub, using gravity to pull her down my length as the toes on her lower leg scrapped the floor of the tube.

"Mistress! IVY!!" I hissed, sheathing into her body as she tightened amazingly around me. "Ugg!!" I filled her, my balls quivering as I pumped a load right into her perfect body. Her mouth opened and gasping for breath, I claimed her lips. We moaned into each other as I slowly slid from her… hearing her arousal and my seed spill from her womanhood into the water…

…I then remembered that Miss Setsuka was with us… I glanced at her, her head was eye level with my cock… and it hardened before her eyes. Ivy leaned against me, gently kissing my neck and cheek as she used me as support. Grabbing my length and aiming it at our guest as she slowly stroked my iron hard cock.

"You want more?" Setsuka asked, almost amazed as her lower body wiggled beneath the water.

"He's got a taste for eastern women…" Ivy said, "…Now why don't you enjoy the services I provide? Put your hands on the edge of the tub…"

Setsuka stared at my throbbing cock, before she crawled towards the edge of the tub. Her loincloth rode up between her ass cheeks as it swayed while she crawled like a cat. Climbing the edge of the tube she clung to it, her breasts just kissing the surface of the water as they hung down from her chest.

"…Go get her Sigard." Ivy cooed in my ear before sliding away and into the tub, crawling beside Setsuka before taking the same position right next to her. Their soft, bountiful rears wiggled at me invitingly as I knelt behind Setsuka, pulling away her loincloth and spreading her ass cheeks as she cooed, her pussy dripping arousal as my tip approached her entrance, slowly spreading her… then heaven.

"Ooh! Uhh!!" she shuddered as my cock slowly hilted into her body, the base of my cock fully engulfed by her womanhood as I savored the feeling of her body, before sliding out, gripping her waist, and plunging back in. "Ugh! Ooh! UUhh! UHHH!!!" Again, and again, deeper, constant. She groaned, and moaned, each thrusts welcomed by another grunt of pleasure.

"Ugh! Ooh! OOH!!! UGH!!!" our hips slapping wetly together as her rear quivered from my blows. Her head rolled back as she stared ahead, a continual scream of pleasure surging from her throat as her whole body quivered, her fingers white on the edge of the tub as I sped up my hips, feeling her clench…

"UGGGGHHAAAAAHHHHH!!" her fingers slipped, and she fell into the water, thrashing in orgasm. Afraid that she'd drown I stopped, grabbed her, and yanked her from the water as she screamed, sending water everywhere as it clung to her body at the sudden exit. "Oh GOD YESS!!!" she shuddered as I held her from behind… and finished. I turned her wet head and kissed her, thrusting my seed as deep as I could as I pumped my hips.

"You feel amazing." I praised softly as she trembled.

"U-uhh there's so much…" her womanhood drained my seed, pulling it from my testicles as I held her tightly.

"Sigurd…" my cock throbbed as I remembered the Mistress waiting patiently as I enjoyed the afterglow. "…You have 5 seconds to give me what she's having before I hurt you…"

"Yes ma'am." I said slipping out of a trembling Setsuka as she fell into the water, floating contentedly on her back as I immediately entered Ivy without a second to spare.

"MMN! YES… give it to me…" she purred as I leaned forward and grabbed her hands, holding them on the tub as I hilted slowly into her, "O-Ooh Sigard…" she quivered around my slowly penetrating length… then I stopped, as deep as I could get into her body as I kissed her check, staying still. "S-Sigard… come on…" she wiggled slightly, trying to encourage me to move. "…Come on Sigard…"

"I want to enjoy you Mistress…" I cooed as her pussy spasmed around me pleasurably. "You feel… amazing… I never want to stop…"

"…Hmm hmm…" she chuckled, her face red. "Such a sweet talker Karlson…"

"…I like it when you call me Sigard, Mistress…" I replied, my tongue sliding into her ear as she shuddered. "It… excites me to no end…" I then moved, and the earth moved with us.

"Ugh! Oh! Oh! Oh! OH!!!" even though I could feel her hands losing their grip, with mine upon them she wasn't going anywhere, neither of us was. Not until we were done.

"Cum Mistress. Cum." I begged as she shuddered, moaned, and screamed in pleasure. My hips steady, my cock pumping. I was sore. I was tired. I was exhausted but I was in heaven.

"OH! GOD! SIGARD!!" she screamed, clenching around me as I slid my hands down over her breasts and to her hips pushing deep into her spasming body and filling her once more. I didn't stop pumping my hips until every last drop flooded her insides, spilling into the tub.

"Mistress…" I begged, lifting her up and kissing her, squeezing and caressing her larges breasts. "…Can I still sleep in your room tonight?" I moaned, as she sucked my tongue into her mouth…

"Oh, Sigard…" she purred confidently, "We won't be sleeping…" forcing her lips back to mine as we fell into the bathtub. Still kissing passionately.

And we certainly didn't, all three of us… although we DID sleep in the morning and most of the afternoon. We were too exhausted to move… besides… it was still raining.

End of chapter

Finally, after being distracted by two other story chapters I finally got this one done and with the much needed Gorgeous Geisha Setsuka, how is it she's not used more often?... I actually already know the answer to that, we have Ivy AND Taki and Setsuka's really just the two of them combined: Japanese and huge tits... so... why have one when you can have two? Ha! Innuendo!

Metaphor? Joke. Its a joke... probably a bad one.

Besides technically she's not Japanese, just Japanese adjacent she's thought to be Irish which, as a man of some Irish descent, think's its a crime that not many fighting games have Irish representatives. Fucking SERIOUSLY: FIGHTING. IRISH! how hard is that?! But I digress. Sad she's not in more games, we keep getting Voldo and that Lizard, why not have a Sexy Irish Geisha with big tits? That's like... four kinks right there.

I ranted for a little bit at the end there... I stand by it.