#lil jango

[dukeoftheblackstar]

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House of Daimyo Fett.

Seba, Daimyo Boba, Lil Jango (bebbiicakesomgiloveyoulilman♥)

Because ily and I hope this cheers you up in the coming days. I may not always be responsive lately because jfc am I shit at it, but ily and I'll always check on you and you can always shdjkhdajhda all over my DMs bestie @kimiheartblade ♥

Sketch under cut.

ILY. ILY. ILY.

[padawansuggest]

Obi-Wan: *meets Jango the first time*

Jango: *is utterly himself and horrible like always in a very feral way*

The Angel on his shoulder: You could fix him.

The Devil on his shoulder: you could make him soooo much worse and turn feral again yourself do it do it you know you want to~

Angel: He’s right. We haven’t bitten anyone in a while. That sounds like fun.

Devil: ya I know a good time when I see one

Jango: ��you good?

Obi-Wan: Yeah I just got this really weird urge to bite someone.

Jango: …hmmm…

Boba: *appears out of nowhere* Bite someone? Can I help?

Obi-Wan: Absolutely.

[the-starry-seas]

Last Line Challenge

tagged by @starwarsanthropology (twice), @mereelskirata (twice), @varpusvaras, @sithfox, @merlyn-bane

@whiskygoldwings (twice), @rooksunday, @adhd-coyote, and @loverboy-havocboy (also twice)

ily all and i love all the tags i've been getting 😊 i've simply been busy with Event Fic that i can't share oops. but i am reverse-uno-tagging each and every one of you :3

in lieu of my actual most recent work... jango one-shot! in which daimyo boba gets a little disrespected and jango handles it in the manner he knows best

violence. it's violence. people die.

Jango stands up.

“I will not allow anyone,” he says, his toe spikes ching-ing faintly with each step he takes down the stone dias, “to disrespect Lord Fett.”

His voice is deceptively soft. If Boba didn’t know him so well, he might think it was a request, disguised as a demand. He can almost picture that same nearly-polite tone, asking please don’t do that again?

But he remembers that tone. He remembers being a boy, and watching his father walk toward a man, puzzled at his father’s neutral, almost submissive demeanour. He remembers wondering what could ever make legendary bounty hunter Jango Fett approach a threat – however subtle or minor – with anything but raw power.

And he remembers what happened next.

He shifts his weight forward, sitting almost on the edge of the throne, eyes fixed on his father’s form. In his peripheral vision, he can see Fennec, aware that something’s happening but confused as to what exactly it is.

“I think you should apologize,” Jango suggests.

“I said what I said,” the man repeats. “And what I said was-”

Jango’s fingers tighten around the man’s throat before any of them see him move, dragging him out of his seat and around in front of Jango like a dog flinging around a rat. The man manages to draw a blaster from somewhere, shooting at Jango and hitting him in the bottom of the chestplate. Jango lets go, a calculated movement, not borne out of pain or surprise. The methodical nature of the man’s release eludes him. He scrambles back, hopping up onto the table to try to get away, blaster leveled in a shaking hand.

Jango leaps forward, hand planting on the table, boot coming up to land beside it. The way he moves on all fours should look awkward and off-centered, especially since he stays low to avoid hitting the pendant lights, but there’s grace to it as he advances. Four blaster shots ping off Jango’s chestplate. None of them have any effect on him now.

Boba can see the very moment the man realizes that Jango let him go on purpose.

Jango’s momentum carries him forward easily. He straddles the man’s hips, hand planted on his chest even as the man brings the blaster up again, trying to adjust for their new closeness. Jango strikes quickly, hand wrapping around the top of the blaster and yanking it away in a sudden, harsh movement that snaps two of the man’s fingers almost effortlessly.

He screams, cradling his hand to his chest. Jango already has the end of the blaster’s barrel pressed against the man’s forehead as his left hand reaches to his belt. He draws the long, jagged Tusken knife that K'jevra had given him. The blade scrapes slowly against the metal of the scabbard, the harsh, grating sound an intimidation tactic that makes even Boba shiver slightly.

“I beg your pardon!” interjects the Zabrak who’d brought them all here, jumping up from his seat. “I cannot allow such treatment of my guards!”

“Beg, then,” Jango says, in that same voice, its softness a sign of danger now to everyone in the room. He raises the knife, holds it in the air, lights gleaming off the blade. “Beg Lord Fett for forgiveness.”

“Lord Fett, please. The man was a fool, but this is an unspeakable show of violence.”

“Not much of an apology,” Boba muses. He pauses, for a moment, eyeing the Zabrak for any signs of remorse and finding none. His gaze moves to the men on the table. Jango hasn’t looked away from his target’s face, even though the other man stares at Boba with fear. “I leave his fate to your mercy, Father.”

Their visitors’ eyes widen as they realize the relation.

The man on the table doesn’t have time to scream.

His death is almost incidental. Blood spatters across the tabletop as Jango pulls the knife out and rises to lunge at the nearest man in the same instant. Despite what he’d just seen, the guard was foolish enough to have drawn his blaster. Jango is on top of him before he has time to aim, and his shot goes wild, not that any of them see the blaster bolt leave a scorch mark on the wall.

All eyes are on Jango, as he and the guard tumble to the floor together. Boba knows the man’s dead by the time they hit the floor, arm falling lifelessly as Jango lands on top of him and rolls to the side. He comes up kneeling on one knee, knife held flat against his thigh, already aiming his blaster at the third guard. The guard hesitates, for a moment, and the fourth takes the moment to try to outdraw Jango.

Jango lets the bolt hit, then slowly turns his head to stare at the fourth guard. They freeze, clearly realizing their mistake, and begin to raise their hands, one in the air, one to the side to set the blaster on the table. Jango lets them disarm themself before throwing the knife, already turning away from metal cutting through flesh to use the small rocket mounted on his left vambrace on the last remaining guard as they start to fumble for their blaster.

The Zabrak stands frozen in shock and horror.

Boba rises, standing before the throne with his arms crossed over his chest.

“I thought you had at least one brain cell wandering around between those horns of yours. Get out, Varian, and get off this planet. If anyone ever sees you here again…” He lowers and softens his voice, matching Jango’s almost exactly. “I’m a simple man, like my father before me. Do you understand?”

Varian nods, backing away slowly, mute with terror. When he reaches the doorway, he turns and flees, the echoes of his footsteps quickly receding into quiet.

Jango stands up, takes a napkin from the table, and begins cleaning his knife.

[yukipri]

The Prime Override - Chapter 63 is up!

Jango - Tell Cody

Cutting it a bit close, but here it is, last chapter of 2023!!

AND it's also the last chapter of Part 1 of this big-ass story! This chapter wraps up the Early War arc!!

(I made it, y'all, I made it, sobs)

Cody watches the Supreme Chancellor, and forces himself to blink regularly. He and his vod’e are as still as statues. The Supreme Chancellor, Cody thinks, is perusing them like the people he saw at a market during one of his squad missions. Like the potential buyers going up and down the lines of livestock, selecting the plumpest one to slaughter— And like those people, Cody notes that his Excellency actually seems to be paying somewhat close attention to them—his eyes don’t pass over them vacantly, like those of some politicians. No, he’s looking for something, some factor that causes him to skim over some, linger on others—

> > Read Ch 63 on AO3

[cienie-isengardu]

[spade-andthe-microwave]

I've finally done it. I bit the bullet and I am writing the backstory for one of my beautiful beautiful OC's, Sergeant Nightshade. The first two chapters are already up, and it will be updated inconsistently, but updates will be posted to here as they come out! A separate post will be made with her information, and will be tagged under #star wars oc: nightshade including further updates with the fic so if anyone actually decides to see her further, it'll be found in the mess that is this blog :3

[inkybyl]

Everybody Gangsta till they gotta take their lil sister to nursery

I’m super ill so I finished some old sketches of a Modern/Gang Family type AU I still wanna flesh out 🫶

Lowkey wanna waffle about the ideas real quick in case I don’t draw them

Below is big brother Wrecker and lil brother Tech I love them.

Basically I had this idea that Hunter (as the eldest) has been looking after Wrecker and his younger twin brothers Tech & Crosshair. Still trying to figure out a way to make this work, but one day their dad, Jango Fett turns up at their door with another pair of toddler twins in his arms, Boba & Omega, and asks Hunter if he can take his new little sister in.

I have a concept dialogue so I’ll just throw it in here 🤣

~

“And you’ve come all this way just to tell me you’ve got more kids?” Hunter gruffed, leaning on the doorframe with a displeased look on his face while crossing his arms. Jango sighed, running a hand through his curly locks, “I know this isn’t ideal. But- I don’t know where she’d be safest.”

Hunter tilted his head as he stared down at his blonde toddler sister, “Us? You’re just going to dump her on us?” He questioned, feeling his heart rate increase in a flurry of different emotions.

Jango stared down at his daughter with a solemn look, closing his eyes as he took in a deep breath, gently squeezing Boba’s hand, “Hunter- there’s no time to explain-“, “No time to explain. Right. Plenty of time to make us and move on like we’re just not here until it’s convenient, apparently.”

Jango stared down at his son, his skull tattoo on full display as Hunter refused to break eye contact. He didn’t have the energy to fight. “… Please…”

Hunter’s head recoiled in shock at the gentle tone in his voice, staring back down at his little sister who kept fiddling with her long-sleeved shirt. “Her name is Omega. She’s a curious one so keep an eye out for that. Where I’m going… it’s no place for her… she needs a family that will look out for her.” He muttered, swallowing in an attempt to moisten his throat. Hunter looked up at his father, his eyes flicking to the floor, “… Why not Rex… or Cody? She’ll be safer with them.” Hunter whispered, turning his head away. Jango shook his subtly, running his hand over Omega’s soft hair, “Just look after her, yeah?” He grumbled, his tough personality returning bit by bit as he realised the tears forming in his eyes.

~

So yeah!

In terms of Wrecker - he was only a couple years younger than Hunter so he could help out with looking after the twins, Crosshair and Tech. I have a headcanon that Wrecker was incredibly skilled/knowledgable with technology, weapons and electronics, and while Tech was growing up he had a natural talent for those things, but still needed teaching.

Wrecker would teach Tech different skills like building things from scratch, how to disarm or arm a weapon/explosive, etc etc. In terms of this AU, I’m thinking that Tech desperately wanted to impress his older brother by showing him how much he’s learnt from him, but he got a bit ahead of himself.

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“Wrecker! You’re back! Come, look at what I’ve built!” Tech joyously exclaimed, pulling his taller brother’s arm through to their garden. Wrecker, back from a work out, was finishing the rest of his drink as he chuckled softly at his little brother’s excitement. “Alright, alright - I’m right behind you.” He playfully shook his head as he ducked out of the way of the doorframe, walking down the steps as Tech sprinted to the other end of their common.

“Stay there, Wrecker! Take a seat on the steps!” Tech ordered with a massive smile, “I know you’re going to love this!”

Wrecker smiled and took a seat on the wooden steps with an audible ‘creak’. “Ooh, am I going to see some fireworks?” Wrecker called over to Tech, squinting to try and see what he was bringing out. Tech pulled out his newest contraption, modelled to look like something Wrecker had tinkered with previously. Wrecker couldn’t inspect the handiwork in detail from where he was sitting, something he would usually like to do before Tech would test his newest experiments.

Tech smiled at his device, it appeared to be a form of firework launcher, possibly to assist the velocity the devices could travel at and reach higher altitudes. He knew how much his older brother loved explosions of different varieties, watching the beautiful combustion of chemicals mix in a stunning array of colours, sound and temperatures.

He ran back and forth to assemble all the remaining parts, grabbing some fireworks along the way, lining them up in his contraption. “I have created a far greater firework launcher, if this works we can create our own larger versions, and if they get launched with enough altitude, the massive blasts will not affect our sight or hearing! We will be able to appreciate the massive blasts by creating a safe distance!” He rambled with a giddy smile, showing Wrecker one of the fireworks from where he was standing.

Wrecker smiled genuinely, but dropped slightly as his gut twisted in discomfort. Something was wrong. “That sounds awesome, Tech. Let me take a look at it before you start pointing that around,” he chuckled, hoping to sound as casual as possible, placing his hand on his knee as he slowly stood up. Tech waved his hands, “No, no, no! I’ve got this!” He cheered, lining up a larger-than-normal firework into his device, he probably custom made it, too.

Wrecker’s stomach began to churn, his voice slipping to the big brother tone, “Tech, let me see it,” he said, beginning to walk over to his younger brother. Tech’s face dropped in disappointment, brows furrowing as he looked down at the creation, before flicking his eyes back to Wrecker. “Wait, Wrecker! I can show you- i-it works! I promise! Look!” Without thinking, Tech activated the device, the fuse being lit instantly as he stepped back to watch it fizzle and crack. Wrecker’s ears could pick up on the irregular sounds of the firework’s fuse burning away, not liking the way Tech’s device groaned and whined in an eerie way.

Wrecker’s pace increased, “Tech, get behind me will ya?” His voice was raised, outstretching his arm towards him with his palm open, “Now.” He could see Tech’s brain start to take everything in all at once, the upset expression on his face, and his hands desperately trying to shake out the tension that’s hit him instantly. The sounds of his experiment started to grow louder and more unstable, the modified firework on the verge of blasting off. “Wrecker- I promise! This one will work! I’ll be able to show you! I’ll—“

Wrecker’s body moved all by itself - barrelling himself towards Tech in one strong push of his heartbeat. The contraption reacted with the firework, the combination of the chemicals and elements combining in a dangerous combustion. Wrecker managed to move Tech before any shrapnel could reach him, shielding him from the blast by his hip, holding him with a bruising-tight grip. Wrecker’s adrenaline was kicked into overdrive, only feeling the pressure and heat from the explosion on the left side of his face and shoulder.

Tech was frozen underneath his brother’s hold, covering his ears while trying to control his breathing before a panic attack could ensue, his brain rattling with multiple thoughts and words whizzing through his head - almost screaming at himself. Time must have gone by because he could hear Wrecker’s laboured breaths, shakily turning his head to stare up at his elder brother. His eyes widened at the blood drops that splattered on his cheeks and goggles, unable to take a breath in at Wrecker’s marred flesh. “W-Wrecker..?”

Wrecker’s eyes were dark and lifeless, not even able to blink as his eyes would twitch up into his eyelids instead. The blast had charred and burned all of the left side of his head, the smell of his skin made bile rise up to Tech’s throat as he could see how the metal shrapnel must have sliced across his nose, eye brow and lips. Wrecker began rocking slightly, his laboured breaths slowing down as he stared down at his little brother. “What.. what’s with you…?” He grunted out, completely unaware to the extent of his injuries, only being able to focus on Tech’s horrified expression before his vision went completely black.

~

Had these written out and thought I’d share! Very early concept stages ofc, but I love playing with these ideas. After the blast, Wrecker’s ability with his previous interests had dropped significantly apart from his knowledge about weapons and demolitions - and I think after an explosion to the side of your head would alter your physical mental being, possibly keeping him at his juvenile state of mind as he grows up.

But yeah! 💫 if you read all of this, thank you so much! 🫶✨

[padawansuggest]

Jedi and Mandalorians all get invited to pride parade on a planet and a bunch from each show up and now Palpys plans are all ruined cause they can’t get out of each others asses long enough for his plans to destroy them all to work he’s sweating bullets and now they keep showing up at each others planets to have sleepovers he’s dealing with so much he needs a vacation.

[headcanonthings]

Jango: Okay here are the ground rules. You can punch me, kick me, pull my hair. I am a-okay being stabbed. Biting and scratching are ON the table. You can use fire. Obi-Wan: These are the ground rules? Is there anything off limits?? Jango: Damn, babes, you got something really sick you wanna do to me huh~? You lil pervert♡

[inkyclone99]

Day 7 of @jonadioweek ~ Free Day / Crossover !!!

And Ofc…because I’m bloody weak with my hyperfixes…I HAD to make this a TBB / SW crossover…get ready cuz this one needs some EXPLANATION…

Yes. Dio is a clone trooper, CT-D-10. But obviously he isn’t a Jango Fett clone. He is a unique clone from a deceased Sith Lord, though that’s kept a secret from the Jedi. Although failed to get the midichlorians and after 9 even more failed clones, this one was at least successful with the other set of abilities the Sith had, which made him not-human.

So, when he reached cadet age, he was moved in with the small squad of experimental clones with unique enhanced skills, Clone Force 99, or so called The Bad Batch. He was instantly welcomed in.

Because even if he was so different from any clone, that’s what made the Batch perfect for him. Their differences united them.

So, when the Clone Wars began, the Batch was actually assigned to a Jedi…a very…eccentric one.

A jedi…with a beautiful, sunlight of a padawan. Whom fell in love at first sight with the clone.

Even if he never takes off that helmet, JoJo still knows what she feels for him is love, even with the whole restrictions of the order…

You can hope for a better future for them…

Extra group shot with some more lil armor painting hcs. I’m literally that one meme of care and hcs into one character while others look blank lol but yeah here is the squad

Wonder how Echo will react when he eventually joins in 🫢🤭

And YES this is based off the Etain and Darman illustration <33

[cabezadeperro]

2024 in review

I wasn't actually going to do this this year, but what the hell.

2024 has been--weird. I think it's the year I've written the least since 2020, word-wise; it also saw me writing something non-Star Wars related for the first time in four years. These two things may or may not be connected.

Anyhow, this is a pretty short list with five fics that for whatever reason I find the most interesting. They aren't my favourites, they're not the best; but they were hard to write, or I learned something writing them, or I had fun, etc.

half agony, half hope. 34k, codex, T, also known as the persuasion AU though it's more of a homage to one of my favourite novels ever. it was extremely hard to write and it took me a while to get out of my own way and just do it.

you'll like it if you enjoy pining and yearning, smart and competent people so deep inside their own asses they can't see what's right in front of them, the agonies of being 20 and responsible for the lives of millions of people and a clone trooper, jane austen, cody being fucking stupid.

home alone. 2.9k, jango fett/obi-wan kenobi, E. part of my daredevil AU. I don't think it's a very good fic, and I feel too self-conscious to reread it and find out if it's actually bad, but that's okay. The fact that I wrote something like this (that is, something that's quite a bit of my comfort zone for a couple reasons) is good enough imo.

you'll like it if you enjoy fics that are pwp but a bit to the left, trans jango fett, obi-wan being the annoying kind of service top, established relationships and domesticity, superhero AUs that aren't actually about superheroing.

islands. 9.4k, codex + anakin & rex, T. The Force Sensitive Rex fic. I am very proud of this fic. I think it does exactly what I wanted it to do, and I had a lot of fun writing it. I loooove writing these three in different combinations, and I really enjoyed having them interact in such a weird scenario.

you'll like it if you enjoy shrimp emotions, Force Stuff TM, force sensitive clones, fics where there's no Anakin bashing that acknowledge that there is something very wrong with him (affectionate), cody and rex being obsessed with each other, rex being a messed up lil guy.

smoke signals and code. 3.5k, jason todd/tim drake, T. This fic was my return to Batman comics and to this ship after a decade. I think it's kind of rough, but I'm still pretty proud of it, and I had so much fun writing them again and coming back to this world and these characters. In a lot of ways it was very much like coming home.

you'll like it if you enjoy unresolved sexual tension, calculated violence, characters who are too clever for their own good, that very specific brand of fucked-up-ness you find in late 90s/early 00s batman comics, ships that take the trope "enemies to lovers" as a challenge.

irradiated. 1.5k, vader/rex/cody, E. I wrote this as a gift for a friend. It's the kind of fic that is only supposed to be liked by one person--if anyone else enjoys it, that's great, but it is very much tailored for one person's tastes. In this case, that means it is weird as hell. There's a POV change half-way through, it's more of a character/relationship study, it actually doesn't have a plot, it sits right on the border between experimental and presumptuous, I'm not that sure it works. And I had a lot of fun writing it (and my friend liked it ❤️).

you'll like it if you enjoy second person point of view, Vader being weird, a bit of body horror in your not quite smut, open/ambiguous everything, Imperial Era stuff, weird style choices.

[juststoriesintheend]

Dad Sol but he can be an actual dad. Just send a stork delivered a baby to his porch and he will lose his mind

in a way this makes me think of jango? he could take on the entire galaxy and burn it to the ground, but at the end of the day all he really wanted was a son.

anyways, sorry. my clone brain showed up for a second there. (something about really strong/competent men melting for their children, my daddy issues are on full display at this point)

why am i getting sitcom vibes. defected-from-the-order sol waking up to a baby theelin (i will never be over dad sol and daughter jecki) on his front porch and he immediately loves her. he's ofc worried about her parents, what made them abandon her like this, but then he sees her eyes, he cradles her in his arms and gazes down at this tiny little thing, and he knows his heart would break if he parted with her

teaching her to speak, to eat, to walk. teaching her about the force and how to connect to it. taking her out on trips with the baby carrier (why am i imagining dad sol in his dad outfit and baby not-jecki in a lil bucket hat) cooking for her. TEACHING HER TO EAT WITH SUJEO!!!

SOMEONE GET THIS MAN A BABY (also hilarious that i got this the same day as another anon requesting something for sol and his pregnant reader wife, we're all vibrating on the same frequency)

[candysharkart]

a dilf from the vault......old op oc that we made a few years ago to go w our captains (i never ended up posting him but techh did once) the sketches are also like...... from last year or smth lol

he has a fruit power (idk if we ever named it) that causes euphoria thru physical contact. so he doesnt do that much. he thinks the whole thing is embarrassing

jango is only his little brother bc its funny and we forgot he also wears heart glasses until we were too attached to them...... older bother accidentally steals his lil bros drip. is never forgiven.

[piranhartist]

Lil lipsync practice for Jango I did in Procreate Dreams when I first bought it near the launch!

[dukeoftheblackstar]

@notthestarwar We’re on the same page :) which is why I said this is just his daily conversation of sorts and added “clown to clown foolishness” because that’s his narrative. He can’t die. The fight is in him in spite of how ironically doomed he knows he is.

He knows he deserves it but can’t bring himself to let it “just happen”. It’s a resigned, if I die now then so be it and as it should — and by that, he’s going down with a good fight.

I want to say it’s his “i tried, at least I tried to the very end”.

@dukeoftheblackstar Ok so I know you're thinking He and You are both Jango, but i'm seeing this in a slightly different way.

So to me this is all about Jango's years between the slave ship and his end. In that time, he doesn't want to live, he feels like he should be dead. He's walking towards his death because he's pretty sure he's lived past his end. He's living dangerously. But everytime he faces death he can't help but fight for his life.

It's this

That Richard Siken quote is Jango everytime he faces death. At the hands of a bounty, fighting with Obi Wan, right up until the end when he faces Mace. He knows that they are trying to Kill him and he truly believes that he deserves it. But when it comes to it, he can't help but fight for his life. He'll do anything in that moment. Clawing for Survival.

Its this whole web really. Just this idea that he keeps facing up to ppl who want to kill them (because of how he approaches them lol theyre defending themselves) and him really believing that he does deserve to die, but fighting for his life anyway

[dukeoftheblackstar]

Imagine Young Boba Fett in school or kindergarten. Little man be running around with a knife scaring the teachers and some kids — others finding Boba super cool so it's just egging him on to be 'bad ass'.

Jango arrives to pick him up and teachers are relieved. But Jango does not nothing.

One teacher, in panic, goes "Aren't you the dad!? Do something?"

Jango. Bless this man.

Jango side steps and blocks running Boba, mind you in his full armor looking all intimidating and stoic body language.

Boba pouts all sorry and looks down with his hands over his stomach all mood-crumpled.

Intense stare off for a hot minute and teachers feel relieved over parent intervention.

Jango takes the knife and just replaces it with a riffle and ruffles Boba's head before little man just darts off and starts causing more chaos.

Boba be like:

Jango turns to one of the teachers before leaving, "Waste of my goddamn time." He says, thinking this is no crisis that merits him being pulled from work because it could have all been avoided if Boba was allowed to bring his rifle in the first place.

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Bonus cause I'm JangObi ho, ok?

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As Jango leaves, he stops and takes a step back to kiss his lil favorite teacher, Obi-Wan who isn't scared of his son ♥

Jango returns home to wifey Obi, who asks if he had settled the thin in school and Jango just casually, 'Yes, dear."

Parent Obi who had also been called in another class for shit!boi [affectionate] Anakin who picked a fight because someone said that certain Naboo Girl looks like shit. Obi just casually all, "oh, you too, huh?"

Jango and Obi greeting by mentioning the same school they both intend to transfer their "little ones" because they know it's bound to happen. Obi be like, "Enrollment's on Thursday, see you, babe."