Just in case we cant communicate at times over AIM, it should be easy to do it in here.

K so for those who didn't want to read the entire chatlog if you weren't around when the challenge was posted, the idea we have kinda settled on is a zombie story. We all arrive to compete in a challenge and then the hosts get bitten and we continue on from there? That way everyone can write about their own demise, and in the end it all turns out to be Russ's dream (maybe he is awoken by Katie arriving in Ponderosa?)

We are also thinking of doing two puppets because we want to be able to a zomie fighting version of ourselves, and a zombie version of ourselves.

Ken looked out into the distance, and saw endless blue. His heart sank into his chest. He had been hoping that maybe, just maybe, he might gaze into the distance see a ship headed in his direction. Or perhaps he would hear the engine of an incoming plane. But there was nothing. Nothing but a cloudless sky and an expansive crystal clear ocean. There was nothing but him alone on an island infested with zombies that were at one point friends. Nothing but the silent cackles of whatever God had turned their back on him. He chuckled to himself. This must be it. This must be the day I die.

The last 24 hours had been a complete blur. When the remaining members of his tribe got back to camp, they had thought they would have time to devise a plan. Kelly had been the first to speak up, mentioning that we should each grab a weapon and that we might have to be creative. And it was Yul who had suggested that we get some food in our bellies before we take on the hoards of shambling monsters that had once called themselves 'Dades'. Who could have known that such a small fire would be enough to alert the dead to our whereabouts.

It was then that Ken had gotten split off from the rest of the group. They all grabbed their weapons and prepared to fight, but Ken's survival instincts kicked in and he chose flight over fight. He tried not to cry - running from the camp he had tried to drown out the screams of his former friends, but he had failed. Something had told him that if he could just find his way off the island that he would be able to send for help. But he was wrong. They were alone and no one was going to bail them out.

It was almost as if there was an element of dark humour at play here; like Sebou was the victim of some cruel joke. The game of Survivor had become all to real. Instead of competing for a million dollars, contestants were competing for their lives. But this version of the game felt rigged. Would there even BE a sole Survivor?

The time for self reflection was over, Ken needed to figure out his next move. He was unarmed and unprepared and it was time to take his situation into his own hands. But all the police training in the world was not going to help him through this. Police work was done through procedures and teamwork, and right now he was alone and facing an unprecedented threat. Ken thought back to some of the hard times in his life to draw inspiration - the time when his dreams were crushed by that soulless used car salesmen felt like a distant memory. And the closest he had ever been to real police work was when he was investigating who took the last Boston Cream doughnut the day before he left for Sausage Island.

He felt helpless. He felt alone. He knew that even with all his life experience, Ken Stafford was simply not prepared to deal with this situation. And then it hit him. There's one person who WOULD know what to do... Kendra Bigstaff!

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Ken made sure to move quickly back to camp, watching the bushes for any signs of movement. Luckily, his run was uneventful and he made quick time.

Back at camp, Ken searched desperately for his belongings - but they were missing! Someone must have taken them in hopes that they would find his gun! Luckily, there was a bright purple bag in the corner of the shelter. Kelly should have everything I need!

Inside, he found Kelly's backup bikini and her stiletto boots! Ken knew deep down that if he was going to kill these Dadès it wasn't going to be as some bumbling cop, it was going to be by unleashing his inner Xena! He quickly changed. All he needed now was to deal with his hair, and at that very moment he saw it hanging from the top of a palm tree.

He climbed his way up to the top, but he must have made a bit of noise, because once he was about 12 feet off the ground he saw what used to be Eddie wantering out from the treeline. Desperately, he reached for the wig, and placed it on his head. For a split second, he was in a state of complete tranquility. For the first time in a long time, Kendra was around and she was ready to face this challenge.

Eddie was still about fifteen feet away and Kendra had to think fast. She took off her boot, and chucked it at Eddie and it connected. He fell over with a loud thud. As he was beginning to stand up again, Kendra ran towards him and kicked him his formerly sexy chest. He fell onto his back for a split second and Kendra seized the opportunity. She took the heel of her stiletto boot and stab him in the eye with it. Then she took the boot she had thrown at Eddie, and began to bludgeon his head. She was in a bit of a frenzy, but by the end of it Eddie was resting in peace.

Kendra struggled with what to do next. She heard a commotion in the distance. Kendra was not a coward like Ken and she made her way towards the sounds. She arrived just in time to see a zombified Peter bite a chunk out of Betsy's shoulder. Kendra was too late! As she ran into the forest, her eyes were streaming tears. Was Betsy the last one alive? Is it just me?

Kendra ran and ran, no idea where she was going. She heard a scream from Yul in the distance, and decided she was NOT going to arrive to slowly like she did with Betsy. She started running as fast as her stiletto boots would take her. Right as she was nearing the source of the sound, she stumbled and twisted her ankle. She wasn't sure what she had tripped over, but when she looked to see, she saw in horror that it was... Lex.

She went to kick him away, but she was a split second too late. He took a big chunk out of her leg. Everything faded to black...

Story Intro:

As the Sebou tribe filtered onto the challenge beach, they realized that the Dadès had arrived first. They must have gotten absolutely no sleep last night, because they were looking sickly. As they neared what appeared to be today's challenge, they noticed that there was a funny smell in the air. It smelled almost of rotting fish mixed with burning embers.

"Welcome, Welcome to the 74th annual Sausage Island Games" Host Brett said in a booming voice! The Sebou tribe looked at each other, clearly confused. The Dadès tribe was unresponsive.

"Brett, you've watched too many movies! For the last time, this is the 8th Sausage Island, not the 74th!" Lex shouted "And you need to get it through your head that there is NO PLAYER named Katniss!" There was a heaviness to Lex's voice, and the Sebou tribe exchanged nervous glances.

"Jeez Lex, you need to take a serious chill pill. I was trying to lighten the mood before delivering the news" Brett snapped back. "Alright guys, I have some exciting information, but first we want to ask you a little bit about your camp life. How are things at camp Sebou?"

Jean Robert piped up "Well, Jeff. I mean Brett. Things are pretty good, we have a great sense of morale and we really pulled together as a team after what was a discouraging tribal council."

"And you, Dades" Lex chimed in.

J'Tia chimed in "Not so great, Jeff. I mean Lex. Ya see I dumped all the rice in the fire because I was feeling bored, and then the tribe got all upset with me because they're crazye hoes. So then I decided to make it up to them that I would supply the tribe with dinner! I brought home a dead rat to eat that I found dead near the camp, but before anyone could have any of it Crystal done gone went and ate it all up. That ho. The rest of her caught her JUST in time to get a few bites in but none of us had as much as we would like."

Crystal was absent from the rest of the tribe. Jean Robert and Ken exchanged a smirk, without Crystal around, the tribes were evened out and neither tribe was outnumbered by the other. The smirks faded quickly as the odor changed from rotting fish to a stronger and closer stench of rotting flesh.

"I notice she isn't with you?" asked Brett.

"Yeah well after she ate all of our food! She started to feel really sick. So we figured that she should probably sleep it off." chimed in Debbie, as perky as ever. "We're confident that when we get back to camp, her skin will be back to normal and no longer have that peculiar shade of green."

Betsy nudged Yul and pointed at Charlie. She couldn't pinpoint what was off about him, but her cop instincts were telling her that something was not right with this situation. It looked like he hadn't slept for weeks. The rest of the tribe didn't look much better.

"Alright folks, well time to outline today's challenge!" Lex shouted, and started walked towards the bushes from which a large wall was protruding. "And today's immunity is a doozie. You are going to start by navigating through a vertical obstacle course that will take you into the island. You are each going to climb up -"

In a flash, about a million things happened at once. Crystal emerged from the bushes. Or at least, what looked like Crystal except that her skin was lime green and one of her eyes had fallen out of her sockets. "Eat yo Rice.... I mean Eat yo Brains....." she said, and she took a big bite out of Lex's shoulder. He let out a blood curtling screen.

At the same time, Charlie started to convulse on the ground. Brett ran down to help him, but Charlie pulled him in and bit him right in the face.

The Sebou tribe looked in horror as the Dadès tribe fell to the ground.

"RUN!" Marisa screamed, as they ran for the treeline. "RUN ALL THE WAY TO CAMP!!!"

Purple Kelly bore a striking resemblance to a young Ruth Marie Milliman as she sped down the beach and away from what she was pretty sure were flesh-eating zombies. This confused her though; just last month, her English professor had explained to her very authoritatively that the living dead were a construction of science fiction, and that The Walking Dead on AMC was not based on a true story.

And the English Department wanted to stay accredited? With quack instructors like that, good luck!

Annoyance at her education’s quality aside, Kelly knew that she had more pressing things to worry about at the moment, like not becoming lunch for the tribe formerly known as Dadès . She had to reach safety and she had to reach it fast.

Marisa had yelled out for everyone to head for cover back at the tribe’s campsite, but Kelly didn’t like that idea at all. Sebou was situated relatively out in the open and was therefore lacking in good places to hide. Thinking fast (never her strong suit) she’d decided that perhaps the opposite direction would prove more fruitful in the search for safe havens.

However, after fifteen minutes of full speed running she’d had no such luck. She couldn’t see the monsters behind her, but she could hear them and she could smell them. Frantic, Kelly eyed a cloud of billowing smoke from deep within the adjacent jungle. Hopeful and relieved, she darted off the beach and in the direction of whatever might be causing it.

“RUN ALL THE WAY TO CAMP” was the last thing Jean-Robert was able to process before his thoughts became jumbled with images, sounds, and emotions. All he could think was “left, right, dodge, left, right” as he was running through the thick Moroccan forest. “What did I just witness?” “Is this the challenge?” “My god, I need to lose some weight”. If there was one thing that JR was certain of, it was that he was not made for running. He was made for the poker table. He believed stamina was the ability to sit in a chair for fourteen hours straight and according to that definition JR had a lot of stamina. However, about a half mile into the race back to camp, JR realized stamina was about the last thing he had.

Knowing he was the caboose of the tribe, JR counted the bodies he saw ahead of him, “One, two… six, seven.” Seven? This can’t be right he panicked. Someone else had fallen behind him, but he had to go on. JR yelled to his tribe in front, “WE LOST ONE! Someone is missing! GUYS I am.. *huff* loosing*huff* *huff* breath!” He slowed to a jog and eventually a power walk. “Ugh, do I feel like a middle aged woman right now or what?” he mumbled to himself as he power walked the rest of his way to camp. The one thing he was grateful for right now was the fact that zombies were slow. Otherwise, JR would have been dead.

*insert a tribe camp scene where we talk a little bit before the zombies come again and separate us. (maybe we can each grab our weapons at this point?)*


“Not AGAIN” JR shouted as his tribe ran from the camp grounds into the forest. This time, he stayed put. JR knew he wouldn’t be able to run more than half a mile before collapsing helpless on the dirt. If he stayed at camp he would at least have energy to fight. He laid on the shelter watching his tribe disappear into every direction imaginable.

Here's mine, tribe! Mine is a little bit off the wall. For whatever reason, I decided to start creating my puppet to resemble a pirate, so I had to find a way to incorporate that in here, hence the random costume reference. I hope y'all like it, but I'm definitely open to tweaking it if need be.

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“What have I gotten myself into?” Betsy griped as she trotted down the beach.

Realizing she was in the clear for a moment, she perched onto a rock overlooking the ocean to try to recount the events that had just occurred, her heart still pounding furiously.

“I should’ve listened when they told me I was getting too old for this!” she grumbled. “I should’ve known when I was one of the oldest out here that this was going to be a bad idea!”

She tried to recall everything that had been said, but for the life of her she could not remember all of the details. There had been young, attractive bodies running down the beach in all directions. But before that she vaguely remembered a distinct odor of flesh and fish. Someone had been talking about hoes and bite marks. Someone else had been bragging about their eighth sausage. She could barely visualize something emerging from a bush. All of those details together brought back more memories from her college Spring Break days than the incident that had just taken place back on the beach.

“Why didn’t we all stick together!” she cried, as she felt herself beginning to panic a little bit.

Recognizing that she was starting to lose composure, Betsy reverted back to all of the skills she had been taught in training as she was pursuing her dreams of becoming a police officer back in the States. While she had always loved her job as a cop, she had long dreamed of becoming an undercover agent.

“That’s it!” she exclaimed. “I’ll try to go undercover and disguise myself long enough to give me a chance to get back to camp and catch up with the others!”

As she pondered about what disguise she would choose, Betsy was reminded of a costume party she once attended while back in the States.

She had won the prestigious title of ‘Best Costume’ as she donned her very own homemade pirate costume. Recognizing that she had all of the materials readily available from the clothes she was wearing, she worked quickly to recreate her award-winning get-up right there on the beach.

As she hobbled around on her wooden leg created from tree branches and sported her eye patch designed from the leather on her shoes, Betsy began embarking on her long trek back toward camp. However, the closer she got, the shrieks and screams became more deafening; the stench became more unbearable.

Realizing her pirate persona would not be enough to shield her from a mob of bloodthirsty zombies, Betsy decided it was time to step up her game. She snatched twigs and branches from nearby bushes and covered herself, camouflaging herself in with the rest of the Moroccan wilderness.



“This is it!” she decided. “Here’s my chance. I’m going to have to make a run for it.”

With her camp in sight, Betsy sprinted toward where she assumed the rest of her tribe was waiting for her. She realized she probably didn’t look nearly as athletic as she felt while racing through the wooded terrain.

“With this speed, I could probably play for the World Cup Soccer Team!” she thought.

But before poor Betsy could successfully outrun her opponents and reach her goal, a pack of savage zombies emerged from the woods and chomped down right on her shoulder Luis Suarez style.

Okay here is my full thing. I hope it is good! I actually am going to the beach today so I really can't say if am going to be on at all. I can check in on AIM to see how things are going but as far as writing goes I don't think I'll be able to help.

“RUN ALL THE WAY TO CAMP” was the last thing Jean-Robert was able to process before his thoughts became jumbled with images, sounds, and emotions. All he could think was “left, right, dodge, left, right” as he was running through the thick Moroccan forest. “What did I just witness?” “Is this the challenge?” “My god, I need to lose some weight”. If there was one thing that JR was certain of, it was that he was not made for running. He was made for the poker table. He believed stamina was the ability to sit in a chair for fourteen hours straight and according to that definition JR had a lot of stamina. However, about a half mile into the race back to camp, JR realized stamina was about the last thing he had.

Knowing he was the caboose of the tribe, JR counted the bodies he saw ahead of him, “One, two… six, seven.” Seven? This can’t be right he panicked. Someone else had fallen behind him, but he had to go on. JR yelled to his tribe in front, “WE LOST ONE! Someone is missing! GUYS I am.. *huff* loosing*huff* *huff* breath!” He slowed to a jog and eventually a power walk. “Ugh, do I feel like a middle aged woman right now or what?” he mumbled to himself as he power walked the rest of his way to camp. The one thing he was grateful for right now was the fact that zombies were slow. Otherwise, JR would have been dead.

*insert a tribe camp scene where we talk a little bit before the zombies come again and separate us. (maybe we can each grab our weapons at this point?)*


“Not AGAIN” JR agonized as his tribe sprinted from the camp grounds into the forest. This time, he stayed put. JR knew he wouldn’t be able to run more than half a mile before collapsing helpless on the dirt. If he stayed at camp he would at least have energy to fight. He laid on the shelter watching his tribe disappear into every direction imaginable.

JR shuffled around in his bag until he found his lucky deck of cards and poker chip. He chose these as his luxury items and he knew this was just what he needed in order to outplay, outwit, and outlast this tribe of zombies. JR quickly shuffled through the cards looking for the last five cards of the hearts suit. He had an ace, king, queen, jack, and a ten in his hand… “Aha! A royal flush. These zombies can’t beat me now… not with this golden hand.” He laid back down on the hard bamboo and fell asleep just moments later with a smirk on his face.

“ARRGHHHAAARHH” grumbled Dan from Dadès as he approached the Sebou camp grounds. Dan shuffled around the camp sniffing about for human brains. He could smell there was someone there and now it was just a matter of finding them. JR quickly rose from the shelter and grabbed his poker chip. He had tucked the royal flush into his short pocket to save it for a surprise attack. JR examined Dan as he walked closer. His brain was showing through his skull, he had scratch marks all up his arms, and most importantly he wore his leather shoes to complete the look. He was pretty stylish for a zombie. JR got to his feet and into ready position. With an anger in his eyes, JR was ready to fight.


“Dan the man… I am over here!” JR shouted in an attempt to lure Dan to him faster. JR was confident in his ability to fool people. He had mastered this skill at the poker table and so he believed he would definitely be able to dupe Dan, the zombie with half his brain falling out of his head. As Dan shuffled his way to the shelter, JR grabbed the poker chip in his hand ready to fling it at Dan’s weak knee. Just as JR raised his hand to throw, Dan untied his leather shoe and flung it at JR’s head. “WHAT THE?!” JR screamed as the shoe hit his elbow. The force had flung him backwards and he was now lying on the ground with his feet upwards hanging off the shelter. “Where is my poker chip?” JR freaked. He had dropped the poker chip when he fell backwards and he saw it lying right in front of Dan’s bare foot.

Before JR could get himself upright, Dan was lingering above his head. He had death in his eyes, the poker chip in his hand, and his brain fluid dripping onto JR’s face. “I believe ARGHHGG this is YOURS! AHHGAA” Dan rumbled as his arm swung back into a pitching motion and he hurled the poker chip stabbing JR right in his heart. Determined not to go out like this, JR slowly took out the cards from his pocket. “This is my last hope” he thought to himself as he turned the cards over so Dan could see his royal flush. No one could ever beat a royal flush… no one can have a better hand than that.

Dan looked confused at the cards, “Why are these HEARTS… I want BRAINS. YOUR BRAINS!” Dan grabbed the cards from JR’s hand and ripped every single one to pieces except the ace of hearts. With tears in his face JR started to feel himself bleed out. He failed to realize this was the zombie apocalypse, not a poker game that could be won with cards. As he looked up at Dan for the last time, he saw the ace of hearts piercing its way through the air and then impaling him in the skull. His cards had failed him, his lucky poker chip was the reason he was slowly bleeding to death, and he was about to get his brains eaten by Dan. “Life is grand” JR whispered.

Also here is a russell puppet sleeping if you guys still want that to be the ending!

Kelly Shinn couldn’t seem to catch a break. At the moment she was fleeing through the uncharted Moroccan jungle in an attempt to escape a hoard of flesh-hungry zombies. And without a clear path to follow, her progress was slow. This wasn’t made any easier either, given that her normally tan legs were covered in red blotches and felt like they were on fire (an allergic reaction from the exotic plants and bushes?)

“Ah,” she groaned, keeling over to scratch her itchy calves and thighs, “so not cute!”

The more she scratched the more she seemed to itch. Forcing herself forward she hobbled onward in direction the smoke cloud she’d eyed earlier while on the beach.

She has to be close, she thought, she was roughly a kilometer into the jungle by now. Just then she saw it… seeing the source of the smoke her mouth dropped open in awe.



A five star resort… Hotel Dadès it said on the front of it. The producers had put the other tribe up in luxury suites? No wonder they’d been demolishing Sebou in the challenges. Captain Purple Kelly was suddenly very pissed.

Whatever though, anger aside at how unfair this was, here was the refuge that she’d been seeking. The smoke she’d eyed before flowed invitingly out of a tall brick chimney, no doubt a cozy fire and lounge was waiting for her just inside. She was going to be okay!

Walking towards the automatic sliding door Kelly felt overjoyed! Her happiness however was short lived as she felt herself smack roughly into the thick glass frame. What the hell?

“Open,” cried Kelly pounding, “open sesame!”

“They’re back,” squealed a voice from just beyond the glass, which had been fortified and boarded up with wooden planks.

“Don’t worry,” shouted another voice, “the building is completely secure. There’s no way any of those things are getting inside.”

“Let me in,” cried Kelly, eying the walking corpses that were now emerging from the forest and towards their prey.

“Go away,” yelled the second voice, “we can’t help you!”

Was that Mark Burnett? What the hell!

Kelly wailed, “ please Mr. Burnett, let me inside they’re almost here!”

“Purple Kelly we’re sorry,” lamented the other voice, "run while you still can!"

It was that bitch Lynne Spillman!

"Screw you both," screamed Kelly, tears streaming down her face.

She pounded again, hopeful for a change of heart. After several moments of no more response though, Purps kicked the door in frustration and then scurried as fast as her itchy legs would take her around the side of the resort. Spotting a dumpster she frantically jumped inside and prayed that the things pursuing her wouldn’t find her there.

Kelly sat silently in the pitch black of the dumpster. She had hoped to find something useful inside to defend herself with but she’d had no such luck. It must have been recently emptied because aside from an expired jug of milk and a lollipop, she hadn’t found anything (let alone any potential weapons) while crawling around in the darkness. Thankfully the lollipop was still in it’s wrapper and in perfect condition, so at least she had something to suck while she nervously lay in wait.

Nightfall was approaching and she knew that she couldn’t stay in the dumpster forever, but where could she go? Her train of thought was very suddenly interrupted by a sudden lurch as the dumpster was struck hard from its side.

“Damnit,” she hissed as her lollipop was knocked from her grasp, making a cracking sound as it hit the grimy floor.

“Now I have nothing left to suck,” Kelly mourned aloud. This was by far the least of her worries though.

The dumpster was once again struck violently and hard, this time with enough force to completely overturn the large metal box. Purple K tumbled forward, grasping in vain for anything to hold on to. She knew that she had to escape, and fast, but the sudden flip had left her confused and disoriented.

Desperately feeling around she squinted and made her way towards the bright light of the setting sun.

“Argh,” groaned one of the creatures, from in what direction, she couldn’t exactly tell.

There was no time to think, she just had to react. Just as she’d hoisted herself halfway out of her former stronghold, KP felt a yank on her leg and a sharp pain in her abdomen. Teeth clamped like vice grips and tore through her taught flesh. Zombie Debbie’s haggard face growled menacingly up at her as the former Sebou captain tried unsuccessfully to pry herself away. Meanwhile another, unseen, member of Dadès's former ranks began devouring Kelly’s right leg. Ever the optimist, Kelly thought to herself that at least her leg didn’t itch anymore. Her last train of consciousness was about how walker Debbie didn’t look all that different from regular Debbie. Suddenly, everything faded to black.

Yul was ready for the adventure of his life. He abandonded his friends and family for a chance to have a once in a lifetime experience. The Moroccan jungle was a dangerous place. There were all sorts of vicious wildlife hidden in the trees. Yul was aware of the dangers of mother nature. He was prepared to take on the world. With a katana in his hand and Tyler Perry's soul sealed away in an idol on his neck, Yul wasn't scared of anything.

"Bring on the animals, I'll slice them with one swoop. I'll bring back dinner for the tribe and we'll feast tonight," Yul thought in his head.

"Hey man, I can tag along if you need some help on the hunt," Ken suggested to Yul.

"Thanks Ken, but I have the spirit of Tyler Perry protecting me. I need to do this quest alone," Yul replied with confidence.

He turned his back to his camp, said goodbye to his tribe mates, and went forward with his journey. He walked with a valiant stride through the jungle, slicing through anything that got in his path. His mind focused on his goal, it was almost a spiritual journey for him. He wanted to be able to be one with nature. This was his chance to escape the city life and learn more about himself then he ever though was possible.

As Yul progressed through the jungle he hears a faint growling off in the distance.

"Perfect, that's the sound of dinner," he thought to himself. Ready to be the hero of the tribe.

He moves towards the sound, taking small footsteps, trying to not scare off the animal in the distance. He approaches a large bushy area, he can't really make out what's behind there but he knows it's something big.

He steps forward through the bushes, trying to be careful with each move he makes. He knows that if he's going to be successful with his mission then everyone step he makes is going to vital.

As he steps forward he feels something grab his arm. He turns to his side and sees that it's zombie charlie.

"What the fuck? Get off of me!" Yul yells at the zombie, trying to force a response.

Zombie Charlie's eyes meet with Yul's. His stare brings a crushing fear into Yul's soul. He's never seen anything like this before.

"Tyler Perry will not protect you, your BRAIIIIIIINS will be mine," Charlie yells in a hoarse voice.

Yul has no choice but to cut the zombie's arm off. He swipes with his Katana and his arm falls off. Yul breathes a sigh of relief, thinking that he's in the clear. Before he even knows what is happening, Charlie lunges at Yul with full force. His teeth sink into his head, tearing his flesh off and digging his teeth deep into his brain. His nails dig deep into Yul's skin, causing blood to flow from his veins.

Yul attempts to scream, but it's just a scream of desperation. Yul has become a zombie and there is nothing he can do about it. The man that thought he was untouchable was crushed by his own cockiness. The zombie plague continues to spread through the island, with little that can be done to stop it.