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[Man] I foresee a rocky romantic
affair between superstar Madonna...

and super witness Kato Kaelin.

That's a gimme. That's not really
going out on a limb, is it ?

I foresee author J.D. Salinger
finally publishing a new novel...

and hitting the talkshow circuit
to promote it.

That's just playing the odds.

I foresee the revelation
that not Elvis...

but rather Buddy Holly
is still alive,

having faked his own death
so many years ago.

Holly will not only reemerge
but also regroup with the Crickets...

and they will headline
in next year�s Lalapala--

Lalapazoola ?

What the hell
is Lalapalazzo ?

Who's Buddy Holly ?

just give me my lotto ticket
and a pint of malt scotch whiskey.

- Anything else ?
- Yeah.

One of these.

** [ Humming ]

- Sorry.
- Don't apologize.

You're a better dancer
than my last date.

So, what has brought you
to Madam Zelma?

Well, can you really know...

everything about me
just by looking at my hands ?

The palms tell me all.

I would just like for you
to be able to tell me...

why am I going to be doing
the things I'm going to be doing ?

Madam Zelma, she's a palm reader,
not a psychologist.

I know, I know. It�s just--

I think I've somehow caught
a glimpse of my own future.

Myself.

And I see me
doing things that...

just seem so out
of character for me.

These are things that not only do
I not want to be doing,

but I can't even imagine myself
capable of doing.

And yet, there I am.
I'm doing them.

Mister.
Please, you're hurting me.

I know. I know.

And I'm sorry,
but you�re a fortune-teller.

- You should have seen this coming.
- Please--

They say the eyes capture
the last image a murder victim
sees before they're killed.

- So what did they say
about the entrails ?
- Yuck.

Is it true you asked for
some help in this case ?

This guy is supposed to be
an expert at this sort of thing.

I heard he
was a bit unorthodox.

- He comes highly recommended.
- Yeah. I saw him on TV.

Okay, so he's a publicity hound.
As long as he gets results.

I once worked on a case he did.
Very spooky.

As long as he gives us leads,
I don't care how big a kook--

- Who the hell are you ?
- I'm Agent Mulder.

This is Agent Scully.

Oh, I forget you were coming aboard
I'm Cline. This is Havez.

We're thinking this guy
might be a satanist.

What, with the eyeballs.

Satanists take the eyeballs
and leave the body, not vice versa.

And not in anything
but modern myths.

He's gouging eyes
for no reason ?

Nobody does anything
without a reason.

We've already composed
a profile of the killer.

We offer possible explanations
for the nature of his attacks...

and also his choice
of victims.

- Does it explain the entrails ?
- Anthropomancy.

It was once believed you could divine
your future by vivisecting...

a human being and
studying the entrails.

So this guy is hacking up people
in order to see his future ?

There's a possible connection
with victims being prognosticators.

Till this one. She was
a professional doll collector.

And an amateur
tasseographer.

She read tea leaves.

After drinking the tea, you can
gain insight into your future...

by examining the pattern of the leaves
on the bottom of the cup.

You believe this stuff ?

I'm not convinced of its accuracy,
but I'm pretty sure the victim was.

Why ?

The leaves were telling her
she was about to be murdered.

[People Shouting]

[People Shouting]

- Mr. Yappi, I appreciate
you coming down here.
- Quiet !

Yes.
I'm seeing visions.

Visions of the killer.

He does not feel like
he's in control of his own life.

Very important.
That's why he kills. Yes.

- Can you see what he looks like ?
- He looks like...

a white man with facial hair--
or not.

But he has-- Yes !

A tattoo somewhere
on his body.

Maybe the tattoo
has the facial hair.

I think.

Hmm !

I see him here forcing himself,
yes, on the girl.

But he cannot perform.

So he is taking out
his rage.

It's gone.
I lost the vision.

Someone is blocking me.

I am picking up
negative energy.

Please, leave this room.

- I'm part of this investigation.
- You give off negative energy.

I assure you, Mr. Yappi,
I'm a believer in psychic ability.

So you say with your mouth,
but your thoughts tell me the truth.

Agent Mulder, please.

I can't take you anywhere.

[Applause]

Now, excuse me.
I have an interview to give.

Skeptics like you
make me sick.

Mr. Yappi,
read this thought.

So's your old man.

It's too bad about your negative energy.
You missed quite a performance.

Look what he did
to my pen.

Let me impress you
with my psychic ability.

Mr. Yappi proclaimed the victim's body
would be found near water.

He saw a church or a school
in the vicinity.

He got a flash of the letter "S"
and/or the number 7.

- So what's your point?
- His leads are so vague
as to be practically useless.

Yet easily interpreted
as correct after the fact.

He said that the killer doesn't feel
in control of his own life.

- That's true of everyone at times.
- He said a lot of other things.

Yeah, and some are bound
by percentages to be right.

But most will turn out wrong.
Which is which ?

Look, all I know is that Yappi
has provided...

more solid, concrete leads
on this case than you have.

Now, if you don't mind,
I have to get an A.P.B. out...

on a white male,
1 7 to 34,

with or without a beard,
maybe a tattoo, who's impotent.

Let's go.

Might as well go home, Mulder.
This case is as good as solved.

You see, the thing is,
we were really hoping to buy a boat.

Mr. Gordon,
as a young husband,

I think you�re going to find that your
new responsibilities to your family...

take precedence
over your recreational needs.

But this is
a really good boat.

You don't get it,
do you, kid ?

Two years from now...

while driving down Route 91 ...

coming home to your wife
and baby daughter,

you're going to be
hit head-on by a drunk...

driving a blue '87 Mustang.

You'll end up looking worse than 60 feet
of bad road your body slides across...

after flying out
your front windshield.

Mister, you really need to work
on your closing technique.

[ Sighs ]

Oh, no, no, no, no. Not your lighter,
Mrs. Lowe. I want your garbage.

Get out of here, you monster !

Is everything all right, Mrs. Lowe ?
You have enough supplies ?

You have enough dog food ?

Oh, God.

It's kind of creepy,
isn't it ?

The Stupendous Yappi said the first
victim's body has been dumped somewhere.

Then we find it
in a dumpster.

Ooh, I just got
a chill down my spine.

[ People Chattering ]

Who found the body ?

According to the police report,
Mr. Bruckman,

you didn't touch the body
after you found her.

Why would I want to ?

But you reported that you found
a body with its eyes cut out.

The body was face down.
If you didn't move it,

how did you know
the eyes had been removed?

They had been,
hadn't they ?

Then what are you
complaining about ?

How had the eyes
been cut out ?

By a piece of crystal ball,
of all cockamamie things.

We did find crystal shards on the body.
How do you know it was
from a crystal ball ?

Well, it just figures.

I mean, if a guy goes
to kill a fortune-teller,

he's obviously going to assault her
with her own crystal ball...

and use the shattered piece
as a sort of lance.

Isn't he ?

How much have you heard about
the recent slayings in town ?

just that some nut is going around
killing fortune-tellers...

and ripping their eyes
and entrails out.

How did you know about the entrails ?
That hasn't been released to the press.

I never read the papers.
Too depressing.

Mr. Bruckman.

I'm sorry, Mr. Bruckman, but I'm gonna
have to ask you to come with us.

Step inside,
Mr. Bruckman.

What is this all about ?

A murder occurred here
earlier this evening,

and we have reason to believe that
it was committed by the same person...

who murdered the woman
that you found.

- Is there anything
you can tell us about it ?
- I didn't do it.

You're not under suspicion.

But I do harbor a suspicion that
you can see things about this crime.

Things that
we can�t see.

- I-I-I'm not sure
I understand what you mean.
- I think you do.

Yeah, yeah, right. I'd like
to see both your badges again right now.

I don't blame you,
Mr. Bruckman.

I'm supposed to believe
that's a real name ?

What is this all about ?
I found a dead body in my dumpster.

I reported it to the police.

And now suddenly
I'm accused of doing things ?

Or being able to do things
that I couldn't possib--

[Coughing,
Closes Door]

-[Retching]
- Pinch me.

[Toilet Flushes]

This guy's performing the same routine
as the Stupendous Yappi.

He�s just doing it
in a different style.

No, something told me, is telling me,
that this guy's for real.

Oh, so now
you're psychic ?

The killer, he doesn't feel
like he's in control of his own life.

I mean, like, who is ?
Am I right ?

But this guy--

He truly believes...

he sees himself
as some kind of a...

puppet.

Can you describe him ?
Do you get a visual impression of him ?

So you can see into him
but not at him ?

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to give off
any negative energy.

Negative energy ?
What is this--

What is it ?

What do you see ?

He's having sex with her.
There.

- Is he raping her ?
- Oh, no. Not at all.

In fact, she's instigating
the whole thing.

Then what's wrong ?

[ Sighs ]

Sometimes it just seems...

that everyone is having sex
except for me.

Mr. Bruckman, can you tell us
why the killer is murdering people...

in the way
that he is ?

Why does anyone do the things they do ?
Why do I sell insurance ?

I wish I knew.
Why did this woman collect dolls ?

What was it
about her life ?

Was it one specific moment where
she suddenly said, "I know. Dolls. "

Or was it a whole
series of things ?

Starting when
her parents first met.

And somehow combined
in such a way that...

in the end she had no choice
but to be a doll collect--

You'll find a woman
tomorrow morning...

by the fat, little white
Nazi storm trooper--

Glenview Lake.

Her body�s floating
in Glenview Lake.

Now, if you�ll excuse me,

I think I've seen
enough deaths for one night.

Here you go.

Is she
from around here ?

Be honest, Scully.
Doesn't that propane tank...

bear more than as light resemblance to
a little, fat white Nazi storm trooper?

Mulder, the human mind naturally
seeks meaningful patterns...

in things that don't
inherently have any.

Given the suggestion
of a particular image,

you can't help but see
that shape somewhere.

If that tank weren�t there,
you'd see it in a rock or in a tree--

Did you answer my question ?

Yes, it looks like a fat white Nazi
storm trooper, but that proves my point.

He named the specific body
of water the victim would be found in.

That only implies that he was the one
that put her in there.

- I don't believe he's the killer.
- I don't believe he's psychic.

If he�s not, how did he know
where the body would be found ?

Maybe he�s just lucky.

[Woman]
Thirty-eight, forty and forty-four.

Once again, the winning
lotto numbers are...

- Why ?
- Eight, twelve--

- Why do I do this to myself?
- [ Knocking At Door]

Come in.

I knew it was you.

I know why you�re here.

You're here because you found that
body where I told you it would be.

And now you�re convinced
I have some sort of psychic power.

So while your skeptical lady partner
is off performing an autopsy,

you came here
to ask my help...

catching
this serial murderer.

Everything you said
is correct.

Oh, it's you.

I won't help you.
Please leave.

- But you do admit to having this gift.
- Oh, I got it, all right.

The only problem is,
it's non returnable.

You possess an ability that not only
has staggering implications...

upon physics and human consciousness,
but it's one which most people,

myself included, would be envious of,
yet you seem to treat it with disdain.

Do you want to know
how you�re gonna die ?

Yes, I would.

No, you don't.

Of course, not knowing
has its own drawbacks,

which is why a good insurance policy
is so important.

I don't know what kind of coverage
the F.B.I. has, but General Mutual has--

Mr. Bruckman, this murderer has already
committed four homicides.

And he'll commit more
whether I help you or not.

- How can you be so sure ?
- How could I see the future
if it didn't already exist ?

But if the future is written,
then why bother to do anything ?

Now you�re catching on.

Mr. Bruckman, I believe in your ability
but not your attitude.

I can't stand by and watch people die
without doing everything...

in my albeit un-supernatural power
to interfere with that fate.

You see, that's another reason
I can't help you catch this guy.

I might adversely affect
the fate of the future.

His next victim might be the mother
of the daughter...

whose son invents
the time machine.

Then the son goes back in time
and changes world history.

And then Columbus
never discovers America,

man never lands on the moon,

the U.S. never
invades Grenada...

or something less significant,

resulting in the fact that my father
never meets my mother...

and, consequently,
I'm never born.

So when do we start ?

I don't know what it is,
but it belonged to one of the victims.

[Mulder]
That's a hit.

In psychical research parlance,
a correct guess is a hit.
An incorrect guess is a miss.

The guy who cast
the mold for this...

will die of prostate cancer
at the age of82.

- Hit or miss ?
- I have no way
of verifying that information.

Then why'd you ask me ?

Do you receive any other
impressions from it ?

It's ugly. Next.

[ Knocks ]

I was told you were interrogating
a suspect, but something tells me--

I'm now convinced
of our psychic's ability, Scully.

Or rather, his one ability. He is able
to divine how people are gonna die.

But that's all. He can't provide
any practical information on our case.

I got it !
This is yours.

This is from
your New York Knicks T-shirt.

Miss.

This is worse
than playing the lotto.

Try reading this.

Save me the headache, Scully.
What is it ?

[Scully] It was found
on the woman pulled from the lake.

Identical key chains
were found on two of the other victims.

I managed to trace the insignia to an
investment firm called Uranus Unlimited.

They provide market strategies
based on astrological forecasts.

- The company is owned by a man named--
- Claude Duckenfield. Age 43.

316RoundviewLane.

Divorced with two children.

Makes about 87,000 a year.

- Nonsmoker.
- Was that a hit or a miss ?

As far as I know,
that's correct.

You got all that information
just by handling that key chain ?

Oh, no. I sold him a policy
a couple of months ago.

just a coincidence.

In any case, we're trying
to get a hold of him.

You won't be able to.

He's been murdered.

We�re almost there.

How are you receiving this information
about the body's location ?

How should I know ?

I mean, are you seeing it in a vision
or is it a sensation ?

- How do you know where to go ?
- I just know.

- But how do you know ?
- I don't know.

Look, it�s just up ahead.

There are worse ways to go, but I can't
think of a more undignified one...

than autoerotic asphyxiation.

Why are you
telling me that ?

Look.
Forget I mentioned it.

It's none of my business.

Oops. Pull over here.

Stop. Stop.

This is the spot.

I guess you run into a lot
of dead bodies in your line of work.

You get used to it.

I never have. I'm not
sure you�re supposed to.

Do you remember the first time
you foresaw someone's death ?

1 959.

- What happened in 1 959 ?
- Buddy Holly's plane crashed.

- You prognosticated
Buddy Holly's death ?
- Oh, God, no.

Why would I want
to do that ?

But I did have a ticket
to see him perform the next night.

Actually, I was a bigger fan
of the Big Bopper than Buddy Holly.

"Chantilly Lace."
That was the song.

[ Mulder]
I'm not following you.

The Big Bopper was not supposed to be
on the plane with Buddy Holly.

He won the seat from somebody else
by flipping a coin for it.

I'm still
not following.

Imagine all the things
that had to occur,

not only in his life
but in everybody else's,

to arrange it so that
on that particular night...

the Big Bopper
would be in a position...

to live or die depending on
a flipping coin.

I became so obsessed
with that idea...

that I gradually became
capable of seeing...

the specifics
of everybody�s death.

I'm not one who readily believes
in that kind of thing.

And if I was,
I still wouldn't believe that story.

I know it sounds crazy,
but I swear it's true.

I was a bigger fan
of the Big Bopper than Buddy Holly.

Where's the body ?

Mr. Bruckman, I don't understand
how you could know...

that this is the exact area,
but you can't pinpoint the exact spot.

I guess I can't see
the forest for the trees.

Okay, now.

I'm glad I could bring a little smile
into your life, Mr. Bruckman.

I'm not smiling.
I'm wincing.

What is this ?

The only evidence recovered
from Claude Duckenfield's body.

That fiber may have come
from something the killer
was wearing at the time of the crime.

Don�t you have crime labs
that analyze these things for you ?

Yes. Yes, we do.

But it will take them time
to provide any information.

A similar fiber was found on one
of the earlier victims,

and we're still waiting
for the lab to determine its source.

You'd be saving us
a great deal of work.

Look, I've got
my own work to do.

I'm not a crime fighter
by trade.

Mr. Bruckman,

I can't speak for my partner,
but I'm desperate...

for some insurance.

General Mutual has some
very comprehensive coverage--

No.

I can't tell you where
this is from, but-but...

the killer's gonna kill more people
before you catch him.

Can you see him
physically yet ?

No, just more insight into
his character, which I know you hate.

- He thinks he's psychic.
- Is he ?

I hope not. I've seen
some of the things he's seen.

What does he see ?

- Hey !
- You.

He sees you...
trying to catch him.

Where does this
take place ?

In a kitchen.

You're looking around
for someone.

He's behind you now,
but you don't know it.

He�s stalking
towards you and--

- Oh, God.
- What? What do you see ?

He's got a knife.
It's got blood on it.

- What am I doing ?
- You're looking down.

You've stepped in a pie
that's fallen to the floor.

The killer comes
up to you and--

- Coconut cream.
- What ?

The pie.
Coconut cream.

Or is it lemon meringue ?
I don't know.

- I'm not sure. It's hazy.
- Whatever. Please continue.

As you're looking down,

he comes up with the knife and--
Banana cream !

Definitely
banana cream.

All right. I'm looking down at this
banana cream pie, and then what ?

He sees himself
coming up to you from behind--

And ? And what does he see ?

Nothing.

The visions of a madman.

You got all that from this ?

How am I supposed to get anything
from this tiny, little thing ?

This came
in the mail today.

Who's it from ?

The killer.

"To whom it may concern:
This is a mere formality...

to let you know
I know that you know.

Can't wait till
our first meeting
when I kill you.

But not before you explain
some things tome.

First on the list:
Why in the world did
I send you this letter ?

Sincerely,
you know who.

- P.S. Say hi to the F.B.I. agents."
- Hi.

He must have been at the crime scene
seeing you with us.

No, this letter is postmarked
the day before Mr. Bruckman
joined our investigation.

You're gonna have to come with us.
We've gotta get you out of here.

Look.

I'll be dead before you catch this guy
no matter what you do.

You've come to me
because you�re searching for someone.

But don't worry.
This person will find you.

It's a relative
or a close friend.

Actually,
a guy I'm gonna kill.

Ah, yes.
It's clearer now.

You seek answers
from a special man...

who possesses
a special wisdom.

This is real cream.

Not the phony stuff.
I know the difference.

And the chocolate--
very rich.

Look at these cute little
doilies they put everything on.

You sure you
don't want to join me ?

What are you doing ?

Studying
background checks.

This is what detective work
is really like.

We can't come up with suspects
by having visions.

jealous ?

You're very confused
right now.

Nothing seems
to make sense to you.

You don't know why you do
the things that you do.

But your confusion is soon to come to an
abrupt end with the arrival of a woman.

A blonde or a brunette.

Maybe a redhead.

There's something
you haven't explained.

- Can you see your own end ?
- I see our end.

We end up in bed together.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have said that.
I don't mean to offend or scare you.

But not here.
Not this bed.

I just mean,
I see us quite clearly...

in bed together.

You're holding my hand...

very tenderly,
and then...

you're looking at me
with such compassion.

And I feel--

Tears are streaming
down my face.

I feel so grateful.

It�s just a very special moment
neither of us will ever forget.

Mr. Bruckman,

there are hits
and there are misses.

And then there are misses.

I just call 'em as I see 'em.

Wow. I'm really impressed.

I've been to a lot of fortune-tellers,
but by far you�re the best.

There's still
one more card left.

This card's not meant for me.
It's yours.

So Ahab
mistakes the prophecy...

and, as a result, dies.

A similar fate
happens to Macbeth.

Still, you're not
the least bit curious ?

- [ Knocking At Door]
- That must be Mulder.

Time for the midnight shift.

All right.
So how do I die ?

You don't.

[Knocking]

Get this, Scully. The lab analysis
from the first bit of fiber...

that was found--
It's lace.

- Chantilly lace ?
- You know what I like.

It's not likely the killer was wearing
anything made out of Chantilly lace...

- at the time of the murders.
- What are the odds of the
Big Bopper, Chantilly lace--

It's a coincidence.

If coincidences are just coincidences,
why do they feel so contrived ?

That's one to pose
to the psychic philosopher.

Good night, Mulder.

Am I keeping you awake ?

I'm waiting for you to ask me another
of those "psychic ability" questions.

I've had dreams in my life
where I had a vision...

and then later on, I've seen
that vision in reality.

As a psychic, have you ever had
prophetic dreams like that ?

I have only one dream.

I dream it every night.

You're not one of those people who
turns everything into a sexual symbol ?

No, I'm not
a Freudian. No.

I'm lying naked...

in a field of red tulips.

I'm not concerned
with where lam or how I got there.

I'm at peace. And it�s then
that I realize I'm dead.

My body begins to turn
a greenish white with spots of purple.

Next, the insects arrive.

The inevitable follows--
putridity and liquescence.

Before I know it,
I'm nothing but bones.

When I start fading to dust, I lose
whatever care I still might've had...

about where my clothes are.

And as I begin to feel myself
slipping away towards l-know-not-what,

I wake up.

Well, good night.

-[Knocking At Door]
-[Scully] Mulder, there's--

- Are you okay ?
- Oh, yeah. I just didn't sleep well.

What's up ?

Havez is going
to stay with Bruckman...

while we go over to a tarot card reader
around the corner.

There's been
another murder.

I'm beginning to lose patience
with our psychic, Scully.

What good are his prophecies
if they�re not preventive ?

Actually, I'm starting to feel
more sympathetic towards him.

- You're convinced he's a psychic now ?
- No, not really.

Sorry, ma'am.

But I am convinced that,
by thinking he can see the future,

he's taken all the joy
out of his life.

[Man]
So then, the priest says to the rabbi--

I had it set for quail.

Yeah !

- Hey. I thought you said you
hadn't heard that one before.
- I hadn't.

Hey. Is it true that you can
see how people are gonna die ?

I mean, can you...

see how I'm going to die ?

Lung cancer ?

[ Exhales ]
Thank God.

[Coughs]

I got to go visit
your restroom for a second.

Don't open that door
for anybody.

- Oh, God !
- [ Knocking At Door]

Was that not enough
of a tip ?

They brought you right to me,
right to where I work.

What are the chances
of that happening ?

They're astronomical.
It's beyond believability.

But not impossibility.
I mean, after all, here we are.

It's funny how things
work out sometimes, isn't it ?

I'll say.

There's something I've wanted
to ask you for some time now.

You've seen the things I do in the past
as well as in the future.

They're terrible things.

I know they are. So tell me, please.
Why have I done them ?

Don�t you
understand yet, son ?

Don�t you get it ?

You do the things you do
because you�re a homicidal maniac.

That--

That does explain a lot,
doesn't it ?

It's all starting
to make sense now.

No. You don't kill me now.

- I don't ? Why not ?
- How should I know ?

[Door Opens]

[Grunting]

Either we got a copycat killer, or our
guy's getting extremely lackadaisical.

Not only did he leave the body, but he
didn't even bother to remove the eyes.

If my Miss Manners serves me right,
that protrusion from his left cornea
is a salad fork.

Something tells me
we're gonna get prints off it.

Mulder, I found another
strand of that silk.

We got more than that
this time, Scully.

We got fingerprints.
Probably a footprint, even.

This is more like it. No more psychics
and their vague predictions.

Hell, we don't even need
our own hunches.

This case is just now about good
old-fashioned forensic police work.

It's the bellhop.

He's the killer.
The bellhop at the hotel.

How the hell
does she know that?

Woman's intuition.

Havez ?

Mr. Bruckman ?

Hey !

Drop it!

- [ Gunshot ]
- [ Grunts ]

Hey. That's not the way
it's supposed to happen.

- How did you know where to find us ?
- I didn't.

I got on the service elevator
by mistake.

Thank heaven
for happenstance.

None of Bruckman's
prophecy came true.

The killer didn't get to him first,
but he did kill Havez.

Then Bruckman's
all right ?

Actually, I don't know.
I couldn't find him.

Then where is he ?

" Miss Scully.

My neighbor, Mrs. Lowe,
passed away last night.

Please see that the remains
of her remains are
taken care of.

Would you like a dog?
He is paper trained
and well behaved,

regardless of his actions last night
which you can't really blame him for."

[Man] Well, here�s another
nice mess you've gotten me into.

Well, I couldn't help it.

Come on. Let's get back
to Peoria, where we belong.

Do you want to know
the future ?

[Yappi]
Do you want to know what lies ahead?

Then call me,
the Stupendous Yappi.

For years, I have entertained audiences
with my psychic abilities.

I have been consulted
by Hollywood stars,

police departments,
even presidents.

Now I can be your
personal psychic consultant.

Do you want to know
if you will get that promotion ?

Do you want to know
if your marriage will be successful ?

Do you want to know where you
will meet your one truelove ?

Then call me
at 1 -900-555-YAPP.

Remember, the future's close at hand,
and so is your phone.

So to hear tomorrow's secrets today,
just pick it up.

I know you will.

- I can see your future.
-[Grunts]

[Boy]
I made this.