If you weren't such a liberal wus, maybe you would have a gun in your apartment to defend yourself with. That being said, if you did have a gun, you probably would have shot yourself or your dog or one of your friends by accident.\n\nAll your utensils are plast. That won't do at all.\n\nThat doesn't matter now though. What matters now is finding something around here to defend yourself. They may have guns, but your resourceful.\n\nYou run to your closet but, aside from some coat hangers, there doesn't seem to be any legitimate weapons.\n\nThen you see your old Guitar Hero controller.\n\nThe plastic guitar used to be one of your favorite toys five years ago, but now it just gathers dust along with the rest of your plastic peripherals.\n\nYou wield the guitar like an axe.\n\nYou hear the sound of a heavy boot kicking down your door.\n\n[[You take a spot behind your door, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.]]
You get up and run quickly from pillar to pillar. You hear a loud crash and know that the masked men have made it through the door. The Pomeranian is still barking. Then it isn't.\n\nWhere do you go?\n[[To your room]]\n[[The garage]]
That's no tint. [[Its blood.]]
Rusteen Honardoost
There's only one way out of this.\n\nYou pull out a length of the leash with one hand, and quickly wrap it around your attacker's throat. You pull it tight. The chord squeezes the blood out of his head.\n\nThrough the ski mask his eyes bulge out of their skull.\n\nSomehow, he hasn't been able to fight you off. You stomp your foot on his back, pinning him to the ground. The area of his neck above the chord is turning a deep shade of blue.\n\nThen his body goes limp.\n\nYou breathe a sigh of relief. Snicker pees on a nearby car tire, the length of his leash still wrapped around the masked man's throat.\n\nThat's when a pair of headlights flash right at you, paired with the sound of a roaring engine.\n\n[[You turn around.]]
You dive behind a nearby pillar as five more bullets fly through the air.\n\nThe elderly Korean lady retains a firm grip on the Pomeranian's leash, leaving it trapped and exposed in the center of the courtyard. Predictably, the little bastard is still barking.\n\nSnicker is not so lucky. He caught a stray round in the right leg and lays on the floor panting deeply only a couple feet away from you. He strains his head to look over to you. Tears stream down your face as you look into his eyes and see unimaginable pain.\n\nWhat do you do?\n[[Drag him back into cover using his leash]]\n[[Reach out quickly and pull him into cover with your arms]]\n[[Run away]]\n[[Break down]]
Ha ha, you pissed your pants you're so scared.\n\nThe masked man stares at you for a good while longer, then turns away quickly and makes some gestures towards an unseen third party. He's informing his cronies as to your existence.\n\nYou've spent your whole life being invisible. You picked a helluva time to go around existing.\n\n[[The pee drips down your pant leg, leaving a puddle at your feet.]]
You're sitting at your computer. You're browsing the internet, trying to avoid coming to grips with what a failure your life has turned out to be. So much wasted potential.\n\nThat's when you hear a whimper from your feet.\n\nWhat do you do?\n[[Ignore the sound]]\n[[Invesitage the sound]]
[[The pee drips down your pant leg, leaving a puddle at your feet.]]
You disregard the sound as yet another noise in the urban soundscape. You return to your room without further incident. You fall asleep watching Letterman.\n\nThe next morning you wake up to see the news referring to a mysterious murder committed directly across the street. You and the rest of your complex have gathered on your side of the street to observe the police actions.\n\nIts unlikely they ever will. You return to your job the next day. And the day after that. Then its the weekend again.\n\n[THE END]
To your surprise, you don't wake up dead.\n\nUnfortunately, you know that what happened yesterday wasn't a dream because the courtyard has now become a crime scene.\n\nThere are two bulky police officers taking statements from your neighbors.\n\nYou go outside and tell the police officers what happened to you last night.\n\nThey get very upset that you didn't call 911 when you got back home.\n\nYou feel like an idiot as they scold you.\n\n[[Why didn't I think of that?]]
There's something ridiculously unbelievable about your present situation.\n\nYou have to be dreaming. Its the only possible explanation. Any second now, you're going to wake up and laugh it off with Snicker over a bowl of cereal.\n\nMaybe you can turn this dream around. Maybe there's a sexy lady coming around the corner. A sexy woman with blonde hair and kind eyes. Maybe its Diane from "Cheers".\n\nYou hear a scream from behind you. You turn around to find an elderly Korean woman screaming at you. She looks nothing like Diane from "Cheers".\n\n"AH! YOU DIRTY HOMELESS! LEAVE! LEAVE!"\n\nShe is partnered with a teeny tiny Pomeranian. Its engaged in a verbal debate with Snicker.\n\nWhat do you do?\n[[Get the woman to stop yelling]]\n[[Get the Pomeranian to stop barking]]\n[[Get Snicker to stop barking]]
With tears streaming down your face, you pull Snicker's dead body into your lap.\n\nYou hold him tight, remembering all the times he licked your palm when you were upset.\n\nThe gate crashes open. The masked men have made it into the courtyard.\n\nYou can't find the energy to get up.\n\nYou may as well already be dead.\n\nIn just a moment, the masked men will make that a reality.\n\nYou close your eyes and pretend that Snicker is still alive. That you and him are sitting on the couch watching a movie. He's licking your palm.\n\nThe last thing you hear is either [[the sound Snicker panting as you rub his belly]], or [[the gun blasting your head into a couple pieces.]]
You've probably been wondering where the other masked man was all this time. It turns out he was picking up their ride, a big heavy white van.\n\nIts flying right at you.\n\nThis is going to hurt like hell, and it does.\n\nThe last thought in your head:\n"Now I'll never get to see the new Star Wars movie."\n\n[THE END]
You make a beeline straight to your room.\n\nYou quickly shut off all the lights and close the blinds.\n\nAs you do, you peek through the blinds to see the two masked men searching the courtyard for any sight of you.\n\nLuckily they don't see you.\n\nSnicker is tired from all this excitement, so he promptly falls asleep in his bed. You decide to follow his lead and crawl into bed.\n\nYou cover your head just like you used to when you were a child and "Ghostbusters" scared the crap out of you.\n\n[[Somehow you manage to fall asleep.]]
With tears streaming down your face, you reach out to pull Snicker's dead body into your lap. A bullet flies through the air and collides with your elbow. It can't stop you. You're cradle him in your arms.\n\nThe gate crashes open. The masked men have made it into the courtyard.\n\nYou can't find the energy to get up.\n\nYou may as well already be dead.\n\nIn just a moment, the masked men will make that a reality.\n\nYou close your eyes and pretend that Snicker is still alive. That you and him are sitting on the couch watching a movie. He's licking your palm.\n\nThe last thing you hear is either [[the sound Snicker panting as you rub his belly]], or [[the gun blasting your head into a couple pieces.]]
You check Facebook on your preferred smartphone device. Its some annoying drivel that doesn't mean anything to anyone.\n\nYou turn around and see Snicker is done pooping.\n\nWhat do you do?\n[[Take your doggy poop bag and clean up the poop]]\n[[Walk away]]
And just like that, your whole day is ruined.\n\nYour heart starts beating faster than the night of your first orgasm in the back of an aquientence's car.\n\nAs if it couldn't get any worse, a masked man appears in the window. He's wearing a ski mask, a classic. He raises his gun and fires another round. You get the sinking feeling that you just became a witness to a murder.\n\nHe looks out the window.\n\nYou make eye contact.\n\nWhat do you do?\n[[Rub your eyes in disbelief]]\n[[Stare at the masked man]]
From behind the closet door, you hear the masked men enter your room. At least they don't know where you are exactly. This gives you the element of surprise.\n\nYou see the shadow of one of the men appear at the foot of the closet door. Time to strike.\n\nIn a flurry of action, you take him on. First a hit from the door, then a swing of the axe. It breaks into a couple pieces. They come to a rest on the floor alongside the now unconscious aggressor.\n\nYou pick up his gun, and exit the room.\n\nA peak in the living room shows no signs of an intruder. Before you can think of much else, a bullet pierces your right shin.\n\nYou crumple to the ground in pain.\n\nFrom behind you feel the warm barrel of a gun pressed against the back of your head. You don't attempt to turn around.\n\nYou close your eyes. He pulls the trigger.\n\nYour final thought is:\n"How bad can dying really be?"\n\n[THE END]
Its a peaceful moment.\n\nThe last you'll ever have.\n\n[THE END]
You secure the leash in your hand and begin to reel in Snicker.\n\nHe's less than two feet away when there's another gun shot.\n\nIt hits Snicker in the throat.\n\nBlood sprays onto you.\n\nThe masked man could see what you were trying to do, and put a stop to it.\n\nWhat do you do?\n[[Pull Snicker's body into your arms]]\n[[Run away]]
Slowly you open the gate door to get a better view of the apartments across the street.\n\nWith the gate about 50% open, you get a sufficient view of one specific large rectangular window crammed into the side of the wall among all the other large rectangular windows.\n\nThe lights are on, which in this sleepy part of town is unheard of outside a dystopian pigsty like your room. There appears to be some kind of red tint on the window. [[With your 20/20 vision you take a closer look.]]
Dogleash
You disregard any outside noises as unnecessary distractions. All that matters is your Facebook page and RSS feed.\n\nYou sit on the couch, waiting to die an uneventful and uninteresting death.\n\nNo one cares, and neither do you.\n\n[THE END]
With a slam you lock up your front door from the inside. You shut off all the lights. Snicker is exhausted from all the excitement, and promptly falls asleep in his bed.\n\nYou look out the window and see the elderly Korean lady still sobbing over her injured puppy. You approach the window in order to close the blinds.\n\nIn the darkness, you stub your toe on the coffee table.\n\nWhen you finally reach the window, your heart drops. The two masked men have reached the courtyard and are interrogating the elderly Korean lady.\n\nYou can see the look of pure hatred on her face when she points directly at you. She's probably still upset about you punt kicking her dog.\n\nThe two men pull out their guns as they make their way to your room.\n\nWhat do you do?\n[[Find somewhere to hide]]\n[[Find a weapon]]
As you get to your feet, the dog scampers around frantically. He's really excited you're taking him to poop.\n\nYou open the cupboard, put your hands on his leash. He jumps up high into the air with anticipation. This is a fat little dog, so he must really have to go.\n\nIn your pajama bottoms and thick cotton shirt you walk out into the courtyard of your apartment building. You're surrounded on all sides by tall windows crammed very, very close together.\n\nFrom your position next to the fountain you can see inside your own living room. Its on the first floor, and it isn't very nice. Its not clear whether the mess is simply the result of a negligent homeowner, or instead a reflection of your own damaged mental state. Its not a pretty sight to say the least.\n\nBut enough about that junk.\n\nYou're dog has already run 15 feet ahead of you when his retractable dogleash reaches the end of the line. You take a couple steps forward, which allows him to reach his intended destination. This apartment complex may be a far cry from the sandy beaches Snicker enjoyed in San Diego, but a dump is a dump, and Snicker is all too willing to oblige when nature calls.\n\nWhat do you do now?\n[[Turn around, so you don't have to watch him poop]]\n[[Pull out your phone as means of distracting your eyes so you don't have to watch him poop]]
You look down at your feet and see an overweight [[Bichon Frise|https://www.google.com/search?q=bichon+frise&oq=bichon+frise&aqs=chrome.0.69i57j69i62l3.1914j0&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8]] looking up at you.\n\nHis name is Snicker, and he is your most beloved pet.\n\nHis eyes are locked on yours, and his lower lip quivers. Its the face of a dog that needs to poop.\n\nWhat do you do:\n[[Ignore him]]\n[[Take him to poop]]
My bad, everyone.\n\nI probably should have made that an option.\n\nAnyways, thats the end.\n\nThey'll probably never catch the two masked men since they went back and thoroughly cleaned out the apartment of the original murders. Maybe if someone in your complex had woken up during all that commotion, they would have been caught. The excuse hardly works to satisfy your guilt, but it'll do.\n\n"The justice system depends on the duitifull actions of people like you."\n\nThe cops continue to lecture you, but you already know the extent of your mistake. You failed the court of law. You failed that poor old Korean lady. You failed her Pomeranian. You failed yourself.\n\nYou go back to your room and feel like an idiot.\n\nYou play a dumb movie on Netflix. At this point, anything will do.\n\nSnicker comes and sits next to you. He licks your palm.\n\nIt makes you feel marginally better.\n\n[THE END]
You take stock of your current situation:\nTwo, or possibly more, unknown masked men know you to be a witness to their crime. They're on their way towards you right now. Its unlikely they just want to talk. This elderly woman and her fucking yappy dog are like an alarm going off. It reminds you of when you were a kid, and your mother would activate the house alarms so they would explode in noise everytime a door or window was opened.\n\nAnd don't even get me started on the dog, who's yapping you hear all throughout the day.\n\nYou do the only thing that comes to mind. Its not a new thought, or the most original, but in the moment its the one that makes the most sense.\n\n[[You punt kick the dog.]]
You grab your 18 pound dog from around the waist and run past the elderly Korean lady as she nuzzles her injured dog.\n\nIt seems your impromptu kick actually succeeded in silencing her.\n\nWhere do you go?\n[[Back to your room]]\n[[Run for the garage]]
What? An elderly Korean lady wouldn't name her dog Confucius, who was a Chinese philosopher? What are you, racist? Everyone can learn something from C-Dawg.
You make a beeline straight to your bedroom. You dive under the bed, but then you remember that scene in Taken when Liam Neeson's daugther is dragged out from under the bed kicking and screaming by kidnappers. That was some pretty scary shit.\n\nThere's gotta be somewhere better to hide, but where?\n\nYou rack your brain trying to think of somewhere to hide. The problem is that your apartment is so small that there are only a few places that can make a suitable hiding place.\n\nYou get out from under the bed, and frantically dash back and forth trying to fit into any nook and cranny of your apartment.\n\nYou hear the sound of a heavy boot kicking in your door. You still haven't found a hiding spot.\n\n[[You're totally fucked now.]]\n
As the masked man closes the bloody window's curtain, Snicker starts barking.\n\nYou're frozen in terror. You make no attempt to shut him up.\n\nWhat do you do?\n[[Remain frozen in place]]\n[[Snap out of it]]
You put the car in reverse. The crippled man isn't able to get far before your back wheel crushes his skull.\n\nJesus, what a sight. You get to see way too much of it in your car's back up camera.\n\nMaybe now you can finally relax.\n\nYou pull out your phone and dial 911. You have no reception in the garage so nothing happens.\n\nSlowly you roll outside into some cell reception and redail 911. The police say they're on their way. You breathe a sigh of relief. Snicker wants to put his head out the window. You oblige by rolling down his window.\n\nHe pants with a smile on his face. I doubt he understood any of what just happened.\n\nStupid, lovable, dog.\n\n[THE END]
You're trapped in the mental agony of this shitty situation.\n\nAt least its the last one you'll ever feel.\n\nAnd who knows, maybe heaven really exists.\n\n[THE END]
You run up to the elderly Korean lady and put your hand over her mouth to silence her. The Pomeranian is still barking, but a quick swat from Snicker's paw shuts it up too.\n\nShe struggles with you. She gets free for a moment and lets out another scream.\n\n"RAPE! RAPE! GOOD LORD, SAVE ME!"\n\nYou cover her mouth again and grab hold of her tight. There's a crash at the gate. The two masked men have made it across the street. One reaches his arm through the bars of the gate. There's a gun at end of it.\n\nHe fires a round right at you.\n\nThe bullet flies square through the elderly Korean lady's right eye, before promplty exiting the backside of her skull exactly 1.0075 inches away from your ear.\n\nShe crumples to the ground, leaving you without a human shield.\n\nWhat do you do?\n[[Dive for cover]]\n[[Run for the garage]]
In what feels like slow motion, the two masked men make their way towards you.\n\nYou try to defend yourself, but there's nothing you can do to block a bullet.\n\nThey each fire a round at you.\n\nOne hits you in the arm.\n\nAnother pierces your stomach.\n\nYou can't stand anymore. You fall to your knees.\n\nOne of the masked men walks up to you.\n\nHe now stands directly in front of you, and fires one more bullet through the top of your skull.\n\nIt was a good run, this little life you had. But maybe kicking that little dog was a mistake.\n\n[THE END]
With a jolt you jump back into your own body. You kneel down on one knee and put your hands over Snicker's mouth. This gets him to stop barking.\n\nYou're kneeling in a puddle of your own urine.\n\nYou hear a scream from behind you. You turn around to find an elderly Korean lady screaming at you. \n\n"AH! YOU DIRTY HOMELESS! LEAVE! LEAVE!"\n\nShe is partnered with a teeny tiny Pomeranian. Its engaged in a verbal debate with Snicker.\n\nWhat do you do?\n[[Get the woman to stop yelling]]\n[[Get the Pomeranian to stop barking]]\n[[Get Snicker to stop barking]]
You're running as fast as humanely possible. Mercifully you reach your car without any further interruptions.\n\nYou don't get any cell reception in the garage, so don't even think about calling 911. You can call them from the road, even if it is illegal to use your cellphone while driving.\n\nThe engine revs. The headlights flash on. You round the corner and find yourself face-to-face with your attackers. You don't slow down.\n\nThey fire several rounds into your car. You duck down, but not in time. Three bullets pierce your chest.\n\nYou slam directly into one of the men. The other is able to dive away at the last moment. You open to find one man pinned between your vehicle and a crushed support pillar, dead.\n\nThe sound of crunching glass echoes through the garage. You open your eyes to see the final masked man pointing his gun at your face.\n\nHe pulls the trigger.\n\nYour final words are:\n"Ah fuck it..."\n\n[THE END]
You have never been the kind to enjoy animal cruelty. As a child the idea of Pokemon battles disturbed you, keeping you from ever partaking in the global childhood phenomenon of the 90's. This cost you dearly in the "fitting in" department, which was bad enough considering what an awkward child you were to begin with.\n\nBut none-the-less, that lifelong conservationist streak has gone out the window. (Not unlike a teeny tiny Pomeranian flying through the air.) And with it, the elderly Korean lady manages to scream at an even louder frequency.\n\n"[[CONFUCIUS]]! NOOO! WHAT YOU DO TO MY CONFUCIUS!"\n\nShe runs after her dog, who has landed with a splash in the fountain.\n\nWhat do you do now?\n[[Cheese it!]]
You slam your front door, locking it from inside. Out the window you see that the two masked men have made their way to the courtyard. You make eye contact through the window.\n\nThey each unload a clip into your room. The only way to escape is by running into your closet. You cower behind an old tweed jacket.\n\nBullets wizz through the air. Luckily, that air is nowhere near your head. The rounds stop flying, and for Pete's sake, how has this commotion not woken up anyone in your complex?\n\nAlmost on cue, you hear someone shout "W.T.F.!" The reply is another collection of bullets. At least now you know they're closing in on you.\n\nBefore you can dwell on your impending doom for too long, the masked men kick down your door.\n\n"A weapon. I need a weapon."\n\nYes, you do. Unfortunately the only practical weapon is an old Guitar Hero controller. Its covering dust along with the rest of your plastic peripherals.\n\n[[You wield the guitar like an axe.]]
Its a stinker, so you scrunch up your face, try not to breath, tie up the bag, and hustle over to the nearest dog poop bag receptical.\n\nThis particular dog poop bag receptical is attached to the east side gate, which look directly across Memorees Drive [[(sic)|http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sic]] which sports another apartment building almost identical to yours.\n\nAs you lift the lid of the dog poop bag receptical, Snicker pees on the gate.\n\nThe lid slams shut with a bang. \n\nThen, almost like an echo, you hear another bang from across the street.\n\nWhat do you do?\n[[Shrug it off]]\n[[Look across the street]]
The trigger clicks. There is no explosion of gunpowder and metal.\n\n"Fuck." I'm not sure whether it was you or the masked man who said this. (It was probably both).\n\nIn a moment of divine inspiration, you smack the masked man with [[the handle of Snicker's dog leash|http://www.petsolutions.com/images/Products/47124116.jpg]] and knock him down on the floor. He wasn't expecting that.\n\nThis is it. You're fighting back. Holy shit. I never expected that to happen. Neither did you.\n\nAlright, what do you do this time?\n[[Keep fighting]]
You're an assshole, so you go back home and kill yourself.\n\n[[You lose, dickwad.|http://www.reddit.com/r/spacedicks]]
You turn around, giving Snicker a moment of privacy as he performs his delicate deed.\n\nAfter not too long, you hear him kick up some grass with his hind paws. This is his sign that he's all done pooping.\n\nWhat do you do?\n[[Take your doggy poop bag and clean up the poop]]\n[[Walk away]]
You rub your eyes to make sure they're still functioning properly.\n\nYou reopen your eyes to see an empty window splattered with something red.\n\nYou don't see the masked man again.\n\nInstead, you see two of them.\n\nOne points at you, the other closes the blind.\n\nIf you didn't piss your pants last time, [[now you've gone and done it.]]
You are too caught up in your own internal turmoil to attempt to take care of another living creature. Despite all the pleasure he's brought you, for a moment you question why you ever bothered yourself to get a dog.\n\nYou resolve to put him up for adoption.\n\nThe next day, you return home to an empty apartment.\n\nIts cold. The internet goes out. You're all alone.\n\n[THE END]
You couldn't possibly run faster to the garage. Well, maybe you could if Snicker wasn't so fucking fat.\n\nYou make it to your car, figuring that the best course of action is to drive away as quickly as possible.\n\nYou don't get any cell reception in the garage, so don't even think about calling 911. You can call them from the road, even if it is illegal to use your cellphone while driving.\n\n"Don't get ahead of yourself."\n\nYour mind is running all over the place. You know they can't be far behind.\n\nIn the garage you are nearly hit by another car. The driver is very confused, which turns to anger when you bang on the hood of their car.\n\n"Call 911! For the love of God, call 911!"\n\nWhy did you bring God into this? You don't believe in God...\n\nAnother bullet rings over your head. It crashes into the car's window. The driver's anger turns to fear, and that fear manifests itself in a squeeling tire and heavy exhaust as the panicked driver high tails it away from you (and by extension the masked men trying to kill you).\n\nAmidst all the action, you barely notice one of the masked men has caught up to you.\n\nHe raises his gun, aimed directly at your big nose.\n\n[[He pulls the trigger.]]
You hear two sets of footsteps in your room. Snicker starts barking loudly at them. To silence him, one of the masked men kicks your dog. You hear him yelp in pain.\n\nYou jump out from behind your cover, and with one quick swing smash the intruder in the back of his head with your axe. He hits his head on the coffee table. The guitar smashes to pieces, which come to rest on the floor alongside the aggressor.\n\nYou turn around to find the second intruder, but your just fast enough to see the butt of his gun smack you in the nose.\n\nYou crumple to the ground in pain.\n\nYou open your eyes for one brief moment to look up at the masked man.\n\nHe points his gun directly at your forehead and fires the trigger.\n\nYour final words are:\n"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!"\n\n[THE END]
You lose all control over your body.\n\nTears pour down your face like a waterfall.\n\nThis poor dog was your whole life. He kept you company when you were stuck at home not getting laid.\n\n"Someone just kill me now."\n\nThe masked men are happy to oblige you.\n\nHe puts the gun directly against your temple, and before you can even say another word he pumps a round into your brain.\n\nThere's nothing more to worry about now.\n\nGood riddance.\n\n[THE END]
You pick up Snicker and immediately start running away. The woman continues to scream, and then somehow gets louder when the two masked men approach the gate. To silence her, they blast two rounds into her. She falls backwards, directly onto her Pomeranian, who lets out a weak yelp. You don't look back.\n\nIf no one woke up from all that screaming and barking, these unusually silent guns aren't going to stir even a mouse.\n\nWhere do you go?\n[[Your room]]\n[[Run to the garage]]
You couldn't possibly run faster to the garage. Well, maybe you could if Snicker wasn't so fucking fat.\n\nYou make it to your car, figuring that the best course of action is to drive away as quickly as possible.\n\nYou don't get any cell reception in the garage, so don't even think about calling 911. You can call them from the road, even if it is illegal to use your cellphone while driving.\n\n"Don't get ahead of yourself."\n\nYour mind is running all over the place. You know they can't be far behind.\n\nFinally, you reach your car. Miracelously, you open the door without trouble.\n\nYou start the engine as Snicker takes a spot in the passenger seat. In this moment, he is the Chewbacca to your Han Solo.\n\nYou round the corner in your car to find yourself face to face with the two masked men. You don't slow down.\n\nThey fire several rounds into your car. You duck down, avoiding any danger. You don't slow down.\n\nBefore your car makes impact, only one of the masked men manages to dive away from the car. Its too late. You run over his leg. The other takes the full blast of your hood to his pelvis. He's not getting up from that one.\n\nYou peel out of the garage. In the rear view mirror you can see the man with the crippled leg attempt to crawl away.\n\nWhat do you do about it?\n[[Finish him off]]