bakerstreet | Beauty Pageant Meme

[His score card reads 10. In smaller, markered-in text below it, he's added: "CALL ME."]

[She feels a bit silly being put on the spot like this, but oh, well. Cheeks tinted pink, Asami in turn holds up ten fingers to the blond, indicating a 10 of her own.

He is quite attractive, despite his... forwardness. Asami likes confidence.]

[Oh, that just makes his day. Smiling and with a little wink, he holds up another 10 scorecard for her.]

[Asami chuckles quietly, blush becoming a bit more evident as she winks back. She feels as if she's making a fool of herself, really.]

_{[Ah, what a lovely woman!]}

A 10 from me!

Thank you! [Asami offers a slightly bashful smile. She's still not sure what she's doing here. May as well make the most of it.]

_{[Humble and lovely. Aww, Lucy is slightly jealous.]}

You deserve it!

_{[It's not a meme without at least one cat outfit.]}

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[He almost submits his score but pauses and consults--]

Wait. How old is the contestant?

Ignore that silly outfit!

_{[Like hell Lucy wants to be judged on her beauty while wearing a cat costume, but since when does age matter?

... Is she getting a good score or not?]}

Does it matter?

Ten, of course. [She wouldn't give Lucy anything less.]

Erza! Thank you!

[You know, the lowest score is supposed to be a 1, but your ex general is so horrified that she makes a card with a 0. She makes no apologies.]

Sorry Lydia, but the number Isaac holds up is a [9].

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Cue the patented are you serious? look. "A nine?"

"That time you laughed in my face kinda taints any opinion I might have of you."

Oh, right. That. Lydia stares for a moment before rolling her eyes. "Whatever."

"Did you honestly believe that I wouldn't take your personality into account? Or are you not aware that looks aren't the only thing that matter?"

There's a brief flicker of surprise in hazel eyes before she laughs. "Please. You don't even know me."

"Funny how defensive you're getting, given how quick you are to judge people that you don't know."

[Erica holds up a card that says -10. Scrawled under the number is, Pants. Get some.]

-- Hel-lo! It's me, Mister and Miss Butte Montana, here representing the MAGICAL city of Butte! Ahaha!

Ooooh, what's this? A ten for little 'ol me? [ Mr. and Ms. Butte Montana gasps out of shock and surprise!! He--she--whatever-- hasn't noticed the minus sign yet, because he is an idiot. ] Oh, thank you, thank you SO MUCH!! You like me, you really like me!!

[SCUZE ME BUT THERE IS ONLY ONE FLAMBOYANT SATAN HERE

Him pens a neat 0 with the note Trying too hard.]

[ As soon as he sees that dreaded zero, Red starts bawling his eyes out. Cue the violins. ]

Oh, I'm a failure! My dreams are completely and utterly shattered, oh boo hoo HOO! Ever since I was nine, I always wanted to be a pageant queen, just like my old man and his old man before him! Who would've known that I'd turn out a big FAT loser instead?! Oh boo hoo!

Edited 2012-08-07 07:18 (UTC)

[ He runs up to the nearest wall-- ]

LOSER!

[ SMASH ]

LOSER!

[ SMASH ]

Aaaauhhhhhhhh . . . is that you, Grandpa . . . ?

Is there something wrong?

[Holds up a card saying: 'So fabulous, I don't EVEN.']

Oh, thank you, thank you, MA'AM!! I do try, ahah!

And might I add, that's a FABULOUS hat you're wearing! Quite, ahah, fetching.

[After looking from side to side, he posts up his (predictable) score: a 10.]

[And her look is predictably flat. You know, after she restrains herself from hitting him for looking so closely.] Why doesn't that surprise me?

[He was just making sure certain folks weren't around. Honest! But even so, his smile is still casual yet teasing.]

Now, now, Celes. You know there's a rule against chatting with the judges. It could be seen as a form of bribery.

[Uh-huh. She'd give him the benefit of the doubt, but . . . she knows him.

[And that little comment gets him a raised eyebrow and a punch to the face. And not a playful one, either. She'll just stand there, unmoved by any posturing he'll put on, with an expression that clearly reads, "Does this take care of that assumption?"

[... She's really no good at these refined type things without a script to follow, is she?]

[Off the podium. But it's okay.

Totally worth it.]

Solid ten for the right hook!

[After seeing Edgar get socked, Locke is diplomatic enough not to give a straight answer. ...But not diplomatic enough to keep his big mouth shut.]

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[The score card he holds up reads 10. Is anyone surprised? Not him.]

O-oh... Really? Thank you, Edgar.

[Flustered Terra is flustered.]

Thank you.

For what?

Why, the experience of course.

What experience? I didn't do anything. I don't understand.

Allowing me to let everyone else know what I think of your appearance.

...Oh.

[Fidget. How does she react to compliments, and how does she know if Edgar is sincere? He says this to all the girls.]]

[Hint: he's always sincere towards the ladies.]

[She may be flustered, but she's still touched.]

Thank you, Edgar... You're very kind.

[He warned you about lecherous young kings, brosis.]

[That you did. But compliments are nice.]

[GO ATTEND TO ~~THE HEAVYWEIGHT BOXING CHAMP OF THE WORLD~~ YOUR GIRLFRIEND, LOCKE.]

[Behave yourself around Terra and he won't even let Celes know you called her heavy.]

[He is behaving!]

0.

[He is a judge. He thinks you're a lovely young lady, Terra, but demeaning and exposing the superficiality of pageantry is what drives him.]

[She tries not to look too dejected - she wasn't expecting super high scores, after all - but still, that hurts.]

Ah. I see.

Numbers imply limits. They cannot hope to describe you, my lady.

[Not a single tone of flirtatiousness to his voice; it's matter-of-factly, even and flat.]

[Oh.

Oh.

Watch as Terra slowly turns a bright shade of red. Flirtatious or not, no one ~~except Edgar~~ has ever said anything like that to her, and she really doesn't know how to respond.]

[ Modern garb, because why not.]

There's a smirk on his face, a 'ten' scrawled across his palm, and he isn't even attempting to be subtle as he eyes her up and down.

"Hell yeah." Erica strikes a flirty pose for Isaac, then blows a kiss at him and winks.

The smirk fades into a grin and Isaac winks back. "Like you expected anything less."

[If this says "I'm a tsundere, please tease me" to you, that's because she is, and you should.]

[You read that subject line right. Locke's sure as hell not entering himself, but since Edgar seems to be enjoying himself so much...]

[WHY]

[Turns out that guy in Jidoor will tell just about anyone they look just like Maria, okay.]

Personally, I think it's flattering on you.

[In a terrifying sort of way.]

[Uh...]

[If you tell him the ribbon suits him she might need to have a few words :|]

[None of you people have a sense of humor.]

[Don't get jealous Celes, it looked much better on you.]

[Not by much, though. Right?]

[It's almost like he enjoys being punched by Celeses]

[Maybe.]

[There's simply an entertainment value of an entirely different sort.]

10!

[...okay this isn't funny anymore.]

[Chainsaw.]

[You can cleave me in two any day~]

[More like two million pieces. Which he'll have Terra set ablaze.]

[Ready and willing to help you with that!]

[Terra just. Stares. In horror.]

Whoooooaaaa! Loverboy looks better in that dress than Celes does~!

[Fuck you, Shadow. And fuck the Rhythm Method.]

[With all of the chin-stroking, head-tilting, and squinting -- all done with a poker face -- it takes Edgar approximately five minutes to come up with his score. And one has to wonder why, considering it's the very predictable score he's been dishing out to everyone.

Except, he's holding up two 10 scorecards.]

[Took him long enough.]

I thought judges were supposed t' be unbiased.

[Hey, hey, these things take time. Okay?]

We are. It doesn't change anything.

Yeah yeah, who're you trying to impress?

[According to memes (depending on the meme) they've already gotten married and the whole shebang.]

[Those are memes! You know they don't carry over ~~all the time~~.]

I'm not trying to impress anyone here. I'm simply being honest.

[Only when it makes it more fun.]

The trouble is, flattery comes so easy to you, I'm not sure that you even know when you're just blowin' hot air or not.

[That's beside the point! >B|.]

Faris, I'm always honest. Always.

I find that hard to believe.

[No offence.]

...and why is that?

You're a politician.

[Ouch.]

And you're a pirate. What does my status matter?

I never claimed t' always tellin' the truth.

Have you ever heard of an honest thief?

[Besides Locke.]

I did not mean to imply that you ever made such a claim. I was simply pointing out that my status -- which I was born into -- has no bearing on what I feel towards you, in spite of your chosen profession.

[Pssh, Locke is in denial.]

But believe what you like.

[Terra shyly holds up her '10' scorecard.]

You... You're very handsome.

Terra, dear, that's --

[He stops himself short. A million things can go wrong and, really, who is he to say anything about it at this point?]

...an excellent and precise score.

You think so too? I'm surprised.

[The icon and keywords, Terra.]

Yes. Faris is, ah, a special case.

Edited 2012-08-07 08:39 (UTC)

I'm happy to see that you can also find men attractive, Edgar.

[She means that sincerely, too. And it doesn't even occur to her that this might be weird, or an odd thing to say.]

...happy?

Well, yes. I thought you only found women as beautiful, but it's good to know that you aren't biased.

...

[Again, he won't say anything. He'll just keep quiet.]

Right...

...Is something wrong?

[Aw, cute.]

Why thank you, Miss

Edited 2012-08-07 08:29 (UTC)

You're welcome!

I can't be the only one that thinks so...

Don't worry about me. I already got a ten from you, that'll do me.

[ghjefheqwej Faris stop you're making Terra's heart flutter.]

O-oh! But you deserve far more praise. I can't be the only person that thinks you're handsome!

Uh.

[What are these feels. This is a guy.

Right?]

I think -- I think I'll pass.

[Rude.]

You pass? Just what's that supposed t' mean?

I can't give a score. You, uh, have an unusual look about you. It wouldn't be fair...

Who're you callin' unusual?

[She's not sure whether to be offended or not.]

Just pick a number, it's not that hard.

[Wait. How did he get here? ~~And how did this pic get here what the~~]

[THIS JUDGE IS AS ANONYMOUS AS POSSIBLE.

But 9.]

Huh. [That's nice of them. It'd be even better if he knew who it was but still-]

Thanks.

8.

[She's trying not to smirk.]

Edited 2012-08-08 01:04 (UTC)

[Juuuust 8, Aria?]

That's awfully generous of you.

[Well, might be able to push it to an 8.5 if you lose the jacket. Just saying.]

I have my moments, what can I say? Nice tattoos.

[But it's a nice jacket...]

Thanks. Still can't remember when this was taken though. [That tattoo on the right totally does not say "Mark". It says...idek Shepard or something.]

[It is, but it's obstructing a better view.]

Need to have your name grafted onto you in case you forget, Shepard? And here I thought you wouldn't be the kind for modeling.

First year in the military. [He gestures at said tattoo.] I was being indecisive- but at least it's a name I can remember.

I'm not. [Seriously, where did this image come from?] Unless Cerberus was doing something else with my body before I woke up.

Hopefully you can remember your own name with all the blows you've likely taken to your head.

[She doesn't know either but it's stupidly amusing as an image.] Perhaps, I wouldn't put it past them. Maybe you have a new career ahead of you if you ever drop the military.

[Dryly, yet amused:] Thanks for your concern.

I doubt it. I don't find standing in front of cameras flashing at me all day appealing at all.

Anytime. [You get a smirk.]

And here I thought the saviour of the galaxy wouldn't mind a little more publicity. Guess I had you wrong then, Shepard.

The paparazzi and I don't always see eye to eye. [He doesn't really appreciate public slander either.]

I suppose not, but the paparazzi aren't really the same as modeling photographers. At least one tends to have a soul.

[ Indignities of actually judging at a pageant (of all things) aside, have a 9. The leather jacket is a nice touch. ]

Isaac shrugs, just one shoulder lifting lazily, and there's a smirk firmly planted on his face. "I can live with a nine."

I gathered.

[ His response is equally lazy, although quite dry. He's heard rumors about this boy. Wolf-whispers, an induced mutation influenced by lunar cycles and previously unheard of; and he's curious. ]

I cannot imagine a point either way would damage your self-esteem very much.

"Personally, I think the whole point system is a waste of time, but I was curious." And the guy had a point. Isaac didn't care too much about the difference between a nine or a ten.

It wasn't a zero at least.

Edited 2012-08-07 13:39 (UTC)

You look nice... for a horse.

Trixie thanks you for your praise.

[She takes a haughty bow.]

[No scorecard, just snarky!Phoenix.]

And who did you you insult to get that dress?

You offend The Great and Powerful Trixie with that notion!

So you did...

Trixie did no such thing! There's a thing called a boutique from which she purchased this dress!

I need evidence. Any receipts?

The Great and Powerful Trixie requires for her to hear you sincerely apologize for your vile transgressions before she has anything more to do with you.

(And if sexiness fails, eye contact with judges is sure to bring results. Sometimes, it's good to have sharingan.)

(Sure, she could go with the seduction armour, but that seems a little overkill (and possibly not work-safe))

10!

_{[Erza gets top scores!]}

[Whilst writing his score down.]

I daresay her outfit shows much elegance, practice, and most of all, the true visage of Erza Scarlett.

[Scorecard shows a ten out of ten.]

You should take notes, Ms. Heartfilia, rather than dress in the same loathsome manner as a party animal on holiday.

That was just one time!

_{[What a jerk! Why does everyone have to make fun of her!?]}

Besides, if you really knew how to compliment women, you'd know that the outfit has nothing to do with it! Erza gets full marks because she's beautiful regardless; she could be wearing a sack and it wouldn't matter. Maybe you're the one who should be taking notes.

_{[Oh ho ho, Lucy's logic cannot be defeated.]}

Are you insulting me, mage? [His eyes light up with lightning...actual, magical lightning.] You dare...insult Victor von Doom, the King of Latveria?

[it begins thunderstorming outside.]

_{[King of what? What's with this weirdo, getting so heated over nothing!?]}

I'm the one who should be saying that! I just told the truth!

Edited 2012-08-07 18:38 (UTC)

Do not try my patience, young lady. [This close to him, Lucy can see his eyes glowing a color eyes really shouldn't be glowing.] I wished not to stoop to your level, but you have forced my hand.

[His hand raises up in a threatening sort of manner and glows green...for about two seconds. A large mirror suddenly appears in it and he holds it to her.]

The way you wear your hair...is quite dreadful. In comparison to all of the elegant, graceful ways everyone else is wearing theirs.

_{[What!? Lucy starts to back away, half afraid she's going to be attacked in the middle of an amateur beauty pageant, and then--

--there's a mirror?]}

What's wrong with my hair...

You're wearing it all wrong. How is it you expected to compete with it in such disarray? The very thought poisons my very being with anger directed at your utter ignorance. What is it with teenagers these days wearing their hair off in such a way as to say "I am merely a lower class girl, please ignore me!"

_{[Disarray? Ignorance? What the hell is that supposed to mean? Lucy doesn't even know where to start to try and form an argument.]}

How is it wrong? It's just my hair!

_{[Self-consciously, she brings her hands to her head. If she was seriously trying to compete, she knew plenty of styles that would probably do the trick...]}

What are you supposed to be, a hair dresser!?

No. I have robots do that for me.

[Perfectly on cue, a large, vaguely humanoid robot appears just behind the Doctor, hands having turned into very sharp, bladed instruments clearly designed for anything but cutting hair.]

It's a delicate procedure. Would you like a trial version?

_{[OH GOD, BLOODSHED AT A BEAUTY PAGEANT.]}

No! Definitely not!

Suit yourself.

[It goes away.]

And don't you dare bring that thing back!

I find such frivolities to be utter rubbish.

[Though he holds up a 10.]

Fancy, (c) ITV Studios and Danny Miller himself.

[Yep, the facial expression is pretty much his reaction to the whole thing... The Mun tried to convince him to have a ~~shirtless~~ more sexy look.]

Edited 2012-08-07 13:20 (UTC)

Hmm... 7.5, that's my score! Subject to improve if you smile more!

Confidence smile... fail, Source: dannymiller.xtreemhost.com/multimedia.html

That's better?

Haha! _{[What a funny smile! But it's a cute try.]} Okay, I'm bumping you up to a 9! One point for the smile and a .5 for the effort!

What's so funny?

Edited 2012-08-07 22:07 (UTC)

Nothing! I was just thinking you have a cute smile!

And you think that's funny? [Puzzled Aaron is puzzled]

Because pretending to be contestants and judges is fun! It's a compliment, don't worry.

Uhm. I guess.

Come on, aren't you having fun? Look, you already got a really high score! That's great, right?

Yeah it is. Don't know why I scored that high but... eh whatever.

It's because of Lucy Heartfilia's Fantastic Scoring Guide! Be happy! If you get a lower score, it doesn't hold a candle to mine, so there.

Ehrm alright. Thanks then, I suppose.

You're very welcome.

_{[Lucy is pleased with herself, yes indeed.]}

I would say 8.5 perhaps a 9 if you let your hair grow a little.

I like my hair as it is.

Oh its a nice look on you its just I like to have something I ran run my fingers through.

Mebbe you ought to get yourself a girlfriend then. They often got lots of hair.

Unfortunately, to the disappointment of the fairer sex my feelings for them are strictly platonic.

So you're like me then? Being... that.

And what exactly would that be? We have several things in common with each other.

You know... being gay.

There now that wasn't so hard to say was it, and yes I'm quite gay.

I haven't been out that long... it's still a bit hard.

[Modern clothing cause the typist does what she wants.]

2.

Could you not choose a photograph with a little less blood?

Sorry... this was the only picture of me I had. [That made him look hot as hell.]

Is it? Well, this one was making its rounds about the prosecutor's office.

[Sees it, goes into this face on the icon.]

...I don't have tattoos...

...Could be airbrushed.

I see that. But why would anyone forge shirtless pictures of me? Why do you have them? Are you trying to blackmail me?

Yes.

[Without hesitation, of course.]

Why would you? Is there anything you could want from me?

...

[...Maybe the snark is a little too straight-faced.]

...'Peace and quiet' might be nice.

Peace and Quiet? [Is a bit confused...]

The concept escapes you, doesn't it?

We don't live near each other. And I'm not a stalker. [In his head.]

...thanks to the Restraining Order...

Restaining Order? When did that happen?

...Wright.

What? I thought I didn't bother you. [It actually hurts him quite a bit.]

It was a joke.

It was? [Poor ~~sometimes dull~~ Feenie.]

What perturbs me is that you thought I was serious.

[May look away...]

I'm sorry...

...

Is there something wrong? You seem oddly subdued today.

[May be hiding away because he has a noticeable blush on his face, and he doesn't quite know why.]

It's nothing...

...Wright. Look at me.

No.

[Now he's just being childish.]

[He raises a brow.]

...Wright.

[He sighs and turns around, letting Edgeworth see his hot pink face.]

...I have a fever. [~~For Edgeworth of course.~~]

All of a sudden? Either way, that is hardly a matter to conceal from me.

...Yeah. It makes me look strange sometimes.

Wright.

...There has been something I have been meaning to tell you for quite some time...

[Manages to blush even darker. Is he?]

What could it be?

Come closer.

[Now his heart is beating, beating, beating... but he comes closer.]

Yes?

[He draws him in by his necktie...]

Your tie is crooked.

[...and fixes it.]

[He feels his body tense at suddenly being pulled by his necktie.]

Edgeworth, I-. [He then sees him fixing his tie.]

Oh. [Is actually quite relieved.]

There you go. [Still holding on to the bottom of the tie, no big deal.]

[Notices it.]

Can you let go?

Oh.

[He does so.]

Ahem...I beg your pardon.

It's alright...

[He promptly falls into an awkward silence.]

[May sigh a bit.]

I'll be going now...

[Not his most noteworthy response. Not at all.]

Huh?

I'm leaving... [May get his jacket.]

Unless you want to come with me. [Reeeeaaal smooth Phoenix.]

[His brows raise incredulously.]

Come... with you?

[BEING SOCIABLE. DOES NOT COMPUTE.]

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Yeah... I'm running errands. If you're not busy you could tag along... [And be TOTALLY GAY together.]

If I am not busy..? When am I never bu-- Wait, even if I were not busy, how do you propose I 'tag along'? Do you intend to place me in the basket of your bicycle?

I'm taking cabs. And don't insult my bike, it keeps me in shape.

[Oh, he has noticed.]

Cabs. Wright, are you ever going to get a license?

When I have the time... and don't get so nervous behind the wheel.

You are oftentimes nervous behind the defense bench but that hasn't stopped you from getting a badge.

Yes but cars cost money.

You should still learn. Who knows? Perhaps a wealthy client may gift you a car in the future.

I highly doubt that. [Don't you know the AA universe loves to kick Phoenix in the face nearly all the time?]

Whatever happened to your irritating optimism?

Even I know it's annoying some of the time...

I'd teach you, but ~~[I have to charge]~~ no one drives my car but I, let alone novices.

Understandably.

Well, if you need to run some errands, I--

[he then spots a random, large brown envelope at the corner of his desk that he hadn't noticed before. It's marked, "Miles Edgeworth: BP" (Which stands for 'Beauty Pageant', unbeknownst to him.

He opens the folder and pulls out a document which causes his eyes to widen in horror for all of a split second before depositing the paper back into the envelope and attempting to discreetly hide it under another stack of documents, his face flushed while doing so.]

Anyway, as I was saying...I suppose you can...drop by later, perhaps...

[Notices that.]

What did you just look at?

Didn't you have errands to run?

[Is afraid to throw it in the wastebasket fearing Phoenix will grab it up.]

They can wait... [May try to sneak over to that pile where the envelope might be.]

[Places his hand on the top of the pile.]

...

... [Looks at the pile then Edgeworth]

I'm curious ok, no offense to you.

If you wish to maintain your sanity, don't be.

I've seen worse. Remember Louis Armstrong?

...I beg your pardon? [He scratches his head ~~QUICK HE LET GO HERE'S YOUR CHANCE~~]

[Distraction. He manages to grab the envelope from the pile and quickly opens it. What does he see?]

[This.

He jumps up in an attempt to chase after Phoenix before realizing that his efforts are already futile. Humiliated, he plops back into the chair.]

[May turn hot pink at the sight of it. After some some more minutes of looking, he carefully puts the photo back in the envelope and gives it back to Edgeworth.]

I see why you wouldn't want this getting out.

[Minutes. Holy shit.]

Why did you look at it for so long!?

[Oh FUCK, you got him.]

I was so shocked I looked at it longer...

[This is the look of 'not buying it'.]

[Shit, what to do, what to do?! Leave. That's the best option. He may try to walk briskly toward the door, but Edgeworth can stop him and demand answers.]

[He doesn't yell, he doesn't answer, but he does call after him...and it is a bit of whimsical tone in his voice as he does so, and in a rather rare manner...]

...Phoenix.

[He notices that tone... and Edgeworth never uses his first name... what going on? He turns around and looks at him.]

[He looks down to thumb through his documents, a small smirk hidden under his grey bangs.]

...I'll see you later.

[Phoenix can't really say much of anything at that. Does he---?]

[Now it has turned from a smirk to quite the visible smile, though subtle.]

Oh, and do close the door on your way out.

[~~We do wonder why...~~ He'll walk out arkwardly, closing the door behind him.]

[Well, that was something. He watches as he closes the door behind him.

Hopefully, that placed a good amount of doubt in Phoenix's mind.

...

...Then he remembers that the horrible, horrible photograph of himself exists, and proceeds to burn it.]

[Making every effort to hide the fact that she's turned disgustingly pink at the sight of this, and failing miserably.

So instead, Iris stares down at the scorecards instead, looking like she really, really wants to use one right about now, but her hands aren't cooperating with what her mind wants to do. Or rather, her mind isn't cooperating with what her hands want to do...]

D-Did something happen before this was taken...?

[May look a bit bashful...]

Remember that time there was superheroes all over the place and random fights broke out in the streets? That happened.

...It did?

[The only thing she has to go by is whether there was an influx of... superheroes getting hauled into prison at some point, or people who had been beaten up in especially creative ways. Nothing comes to mind, but there's still no disbelief whatsoever for her part.]

I must have missed it. Superheroes, though?! You weren't hurt too badly, were you? What prompted a picture of the aftermath, anyway...?

[Luckily Phoenix is canonically hardy.]

Oh it was nothing much, some broken ribs, a concussion or two, psychic burns. And a guy named 'Frank West', another Superhero named Spiderman wanted to take my picture too.

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Don't be mad just because you're losing, Ed.