Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories:

F/M, M/M, Multi

Fandom:

Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types

Relationships:

Kip Grady/Scott Hunter, Scott Hunter/Carter Vaughn, Gloria Grey/Carter Vaughn, Kip Grady/Carter Vaughn, Kip Grady/Gloria Grey, Kip Grady/Scott Hunter/Carter Vaughn/Gloria Grey, Scott Hunter & Carter Vaughn, Kip Grady & Carter Vaughn, Kip Grady & Gloria Grey, Scott Hunter & Gloria Grey

Characters:

Kip Grady, Scott Hunter (Game Changers), Carter Vaughn, Gloria Grey

Additional Tags:

Bi-Curiosity, Open Relationships, Platonic Kissing, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Vaginal Fingering, Mutual Masturbation, Hand Jobs, Friendship, Queerplatonic Relationships

Language:

English

Series:

Part 3 of hypotheticals

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Published: 2026-06-07 Words: 4,804 Chapters: 1/1

a little less conversation and a little more touch my body

Summary

There is nothing else in the world for Scott, usually, when he’s on his knees for Kip like this, but this time, he can practically feel Carter and Gloria’s eyes on himself. And he wants to impress them, wants them to see how well he takes care of Kip. He knows he’s good at it, and when he goes a little faster and Kip moans and gasps and puts his other hand on Scott’s shoulder, bunching the fabric of his shirt between in his fingers – he hears Carter say “oh shit” quietly and it makes him feel like he’s glowing with pride.

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A night out that ends as a night in.

Notes

Scott isn’t much of a club person anymore, his Mediterranean adventures nothing but a long-forgotten pre-Kip memory these days, but the first weekend in December finds him on the dance floor with Kip, Carter, and Gloria.

There is much to celebrate: the Admirals are still on a winning streak; Gloria’s new movie wrapped just before Thanksgiving and after their schedules had been one big game of only just missing each other by a few days lately, she now has some time off to spend in New York with Carter. Carter also went to LA over the holidays to see her and escape the cold gray of the city for a few days, and they came back together with sunshine in their smiles and hearts in their eyes after their little reunion.

Scott also finally got around to proposing to Kip (he had the ring for over a year but wasn’t going to do it while he wasn’t out yet, and then after that, things were just too overwhelming and busy for a while and the moment somehow never seemed just right). He ended up going very minimalist with, because Kip, for all his patience with public attention since he got very dramatically kissed on national television, doesn’t need Scott actively inviting it to where it doesn’t belong. So Scott cleared the plan with George and went down on one knee right before Thanksgiving dinner at the Grady house, where he knows Kip feels loved and warm and comfortable. A moment just for them.

So yes, there is more than enough reason for celebration, and after a very nice dinner date, they all have some happy energy left to burn. Kip flirts shamelessly over drinks by the bar and lets Scott pursue him a little bit, a testament to the kind of night out they never really got to have, and then he leads Scott into the crowd and pushes close as they dance, hands under his shirt and tongue in his mouth. Carter makes Gloria laugh with some silly moves before settling his hands low on her hips and pulling her in, the heat between them visible and alive as they move together.

They tumble out of the club still laughing, and of course there are photographers (though mostly here for Gloria), but Scott almost doesn’t mind. Let them see it, how happy they all are, how they all love each other. Kip tucks his left hand into his pocket, because they want to announce the engagement themselves at some point and not have some gossip rag speculate about it first, but he gives Scott a brilliant smile as he does. It’s a fun little secret to keep, for a change.

Their car takes them all to Carter’s place, and Kip is still humming Despacito as they walk in and take their coats off (it’s an annoyingly hard song to get out of your head), with Gloria swaying to it a little, then letting Kip spin her across the room until they both fall onto the couch in a giggling heap.

“Babe,” Gloria calls across the room to Carter, who is getting them all water bottles from the fridge and looking into the cabinets for snacks, and he looks up and seems to see something in her eyes that makes him drop everything and walk over to her immediately.

Scott picks up the bottles Carter left and slowly trails after him.

When Carter reaches the couch, Gloria lifts one leg and presses her foot, gold heels still on, against his stomach. She’s in a short, cream-colored dress with gold ornaments that makes her legs look like they go on for miles. Carter wraps his fingers around her ankle and runs them up her calf, giving her a little half-smile.

“Here?” he asks and Gloria grins, watching him get to his knees in front of her, her leg hooking over his shoulder and pressing down. She’s wearing those shoes with the red soles that Scott knows are some specific brand but not what they’re called.

Carter’s hands slide up over the tops of her thighs, pushing her dress up and revealing a flash of lacy underwear, matching the color of her dress. Scott looks away, respectfully, and focuses on Kip instead. He’s watching the proceedings – attentive, curious, one arm wrapped around Gloria’s shoulders where she’s leaning into his side.

“You sure?” Carter asks again, already kissing up the inside of her thigh.

“Yeah. Show them how good you are at it,” Gloria says, her hand pushing through Carter’s hair, and he makes a little sound in his throat. “How good you can make me feel.”

Scott catches Kip’s eye for a moment and sees the amusement clear on his face. They both know that same line would work very well on Scott, too. He seems to have some things in common with Carter there. Kip tilts his head and motions for Scott to come join them, and he only realizes then that he’s still kind of awkwardly standing in the middle of the living room. He puts the water bottles down on the coffee table and sits next to Kip, who kisses him very sweetly.

From this angle, Scott can mostly see Carters head between Gloria’s legs (okay okay okay) and not that much of her. The panties have since been slid down her leg and dangle off her ankle by Carter’s shoulder, which makes Scott a little nervous for reasons he can’t quite name.

He watches Kip’s fingers trail down the side of Gloria’s neck, over her collarbones, light and gentle. She sighs and tilts her head to the side, eyes on Carter kneeling before her. Eating her out. It feels very intimate and Scott has to actively remind himself that it’s okay to watch, to like it. That they want them to. That he’d like this, too, if they wanted to see him and Kip the same way. Maybe they will. The thought makes his stomach flutter a little bit.

“Wanna touch your second ever boob?” Gloria asks Kip with a grin and Kip laughs.

“Maybe even a third, if we’re feeling a little dangerous.”

“Insanity,” she replies and arches into Kip’s touch when he slips his hand into the front of her dress. It’s sleeveless and has a low, v-shaped neckline that makes it very visible she isn’t wearing anything underneath. Scott’s mouth feels a little dry, watching Kip’s fingers graze over the swell of her left breast beneath the thin, flowy fabric.

Kip is so careful with her, just soft little touches that make her sigh (or maybe that’s because of Carter…Carter’s mouth on her, his tongue maybe inside her, Scott thinks, and that’s as far as his imagination goes here).

“You have nice hands,” Gloria says conversationally and Kip beams.

Scott very much agrees. Kip’s other hand is currently resting on Scott’s thigh, high up enough that the outside of his pinky finger is pressed against the outline of Scott’s cock in his black jeans.

Carter lifts his head and his mouth looks wet – right. It would be. Scott looks at him, a little shaken again by seeing something that feels so intensely private between Gloria and him. He catches a silent conversation they have between them with only their eyes and then hears Carter clear his throat.

“Kip, would you –” Carter gestures to Kip’s hand and then Gloria. Oh.

Kip’s cheeks go adorably pink and he turns to look at Scott first, as if to say, can you believe what’s happening here?, then nods.

“I’ll need you to, uh, direct me a little.” He lifts his arm from around Gloria’s shoulders and gives Scott one very wet and tongue-heavy kiss that honestly makes Scott’s head spin a little bit before he moves to sit on the floor in front of the couch, next to Carter.

“Here.” Carter takes Kip’s right hand (which is good, because it makes Scott feel a little stressed to think of Kip’s ring inside – no, he’s not thinking about it, it’s okay, it’s the right hand; Kip is not going to lose his engagement ring inside a vagina today, and anyway, Scott doesn’t know if that’s actually a concern he should be having or just his brain doing backflips in his head because he doesn’t know how else to process this).

Carter folds Kip’s hand to hold two fingers out and then guides him, and Scott doesn’t really know if he should be looking so closely, but it’s Kip and he needs to – okay, that’s Kip’s fingers sliding inside Gloria where she looks so soft and wet that it all almost concerns Scott a bit. Objectively, beautiful. Aesthetically, pleasing. But art should be admired and not touched, if he’s learned anything from Kip.

Those same rules don’t seem to apply here though, and Kip makes a high little sound in his throat when his fingers slip inside easily.

“Oh. Okay.” He looks back a Scott over his shoulders as if to check he’s still paying attention, and Scott very much is. (Mostly because he wants Kip’s fingers, too.)

“What do I do?” Kip asks, sounding a little nervous, and Carter shakes his head with a smile.

“Just hold there, you don’t have to do anything.”

Carter leans back in, starting low and licking over Kip’s knuckles on his way up in a little move that makes Scott’s eyes go wide, and then all he can hear is the sound of his breaths and Gloria’s little moans and sighs.

Kip holds still, as instructed, his chin resting on Gloria’s knee as he watches Carter go down on her. He reaches back with his other hand for Scott again and Scott climbs down to the floor as well, sitting down behind Kip where he’s turned towards Carter and Gloria. He presses his lips to the back of Kip’s neck, nose in his hair and his familiar scent enveloping Scott like a warm embrace.

“Oh, yeah, yeah, like that,” Gloria whispers and tips her hips forward, pushing up into Carter’s face, and he makes a muffled sound, pressing his face into her, very clearly enjoying himself, the little movements of his head speeding up. Gloria’s fingers clench in his hair and her legs shake, and then she’s breathing hard and Carter is moaning against her.

Kip looks back at Scott with a somewhat astonished face and says, “oh, wow, okay.”

They let Gloria settle down for a moment and then Carter lifts his head, looking over at Kip.

“Felt that, huh?”

Kip nods and watches as Carter guides his hand again to slowly pull his fingers back out. Gloria breathes out a sigh and Scott stares at Kip’s fingers, glistening wet. He kisses the back of Kip’s neck again because that’s – that’s usually a good sight, with good things in store for him, and he has an automatic reaction to it, heat pooling in his belly.

Carter, still holding Kip’s hand by the wrist, brings it up to his face and sucks Kip’s fingers into his mouth.

“Fuck,” Kip breathes.

Scott grips Kip hard where his hands were just resting on his waist before, and Kip makes a helpless noise in his throat that Scott feels down to his bones as they watch Carter…well. Lick Kip’s fingers clean. Visibly suck on them and then slide them out of his mouth slowly.

Holy shit.

“Did I do that right?” he asks, looking excited, and all Kip manages to say to that is, “guh.”

“That’s – yeah,” Scott adds, his voice coming out rough.

“Left them speechless, baby,” Gloria says, sounding just a little proud, and Carter rests his face against the inside of her thigh, smiling as she runs her fingers through his hair.

“You know,” Scott has good hands, too,” Kip says and it’s – it’s well-intentioned. It’s a cute little routine they just did that Kip also wants Scott to be treated to, and he wouldn’t say no to the Carter part of it all, but –

“Uh, I’m, uh…” What can he say? He doesn’t want to hurt Gloria’s feelings, but the thought makes him feel a little stressed. It feels sort of like hearing the word moist. Which, incidentally – no, he’s not finishing that thought.

“Scott, honey,” Gloria says softly and he looks up at her. “We’re all just here to do things we like and enjoy, okay? And it’s nice that Kip went for it, but I expect absolutely nothing from the two of you. You know that, right?”

“Yeah,” Scott breathes and feels a little relieved, smiling back at her. He does know that, technically, but he can get a little too eager to please for his own good sometimes (says Kip, at least). “Yeah, okay.”

Kip turns around and kisses him soundly, holding his face in both hands and stroking his thumbs over Scott’s cheeks. “Sorry, sweetheart.”

“No, don’t be.”

In a way, it’s actually good for them all: someone saying no and setting a boundary sometimes. It works well with Carter and Scott anyway, and it makes him feel safe when Carter tells him no, or sometimes, not yet, not right now. Scott knows he won’t end up pushing him into anything that way, and he doesn’t have to worry about it so much.

He kisses Kip back with a little more heat and Kip melts into it, breath hot against Scott’s face, lips eager and searching. Scott can’t get the image of Kip’s fingers in Carter’s mouth out of his head and he thinks that there really isn’t any reason he shouldn’t have what he wants right now.

“Can I suck you?”

Kip nods, eager, an urgent little sound against Scott’s mouth as he’s kissed again.

“Here, get back up on the couch.”

Kip gets to his feet and looks down at Scott, still kneeling on the floor. Scott knows what that does to him and he leans into it, licking his lips and looking back up at Kip with big eyes.

“Yeah, okay,” Kip mutters under his breath and quickly unbuttons his jeans, stepping out of them and sitting on the sofa in his boxer briefs, very visibly bulging.

Scott’s breath comes a little heavier just from looking at Kip like this, but he quickly checks on Carter and Gloria first. Gloria has taken her shoes off and is sitting on the couch with her legs tucked under her, Carter still on the floor with Scott, head resting against her calves and Gloria’s fingers still playing with his hair.

Gloria gives him a little nod to go ahead and Carter just looks very intrigued. Well, then.

He spreads Kip’s knees apart, running his hands up the insides of his thighs, and Kip reaches down to put a hand on the back of Scott’s neck, gently scratching his fingers through his hair.

“Gonna show them?” Kip whispers and it makes Scott shiver, a pleasant sense of anticipation settling over him.

It’s not like Kip needs any warming up at this point, but Scott likes to savor him, so he sucks little kisses into his skin and then rubs his face into the crease of his thigh. It always feels like he could make a home here, and in a way he has, surrounded by Kip’s smell and warm skin, his cock full and hard and pressing against Scott’s cheek through the fabric.

Kip pushes his hips forward a little and fumbles with his underwear one-handed, impatient.

“I got you,” Scott says quietly, a kiss pressed to the outline of Kip’s cock through the fabric, making him inhale sharply, and then he pulls his briefs down just enough to get his mouth on Kip.

Kip moans and Scott gives the head of his cock a few swipes of his tongue, sucking on it and taking in Kip’s familiar taste. It makes Scott feel a little gluttonous every time, the way he never gets enough of him this way, or any other way, if he’s being truthful, any way he can have him.   

“Yeah,” Kip says when Scott relaxes his throat and takes him deep, sounding breathy and low with pleasure, “fuck, like that.”

Scott breathes heavily through his nose and bobs his head, feeling so deliciously full of Kip, pressing against his tongue and into his throat, his lips stretched around the base and his nose in Kip’s pubic hair.

There is nothing else in the world for Scott, usually, when he’s on his knees for Kip like this, but this time, he can practically feel Carter and Gloria’s eyes on himself. And he wants to impress them, wants them to see how well he takes care of Kip. He knows he’s good at it, and when he goes a little faster and Kip moans and gasps and puts his other hand on Scott’s shoulder, bunching the fabric of his shirt between in his fingers – he hears Carter say “oh shit” quietly and it makes him feel like he’s glowing with pride.  

Kip is pumping his hips up now, his thighs trembling under Scott’s hands and then he’s coming down his throat, with his body straining, making the most beautiful sounds.

Scott swallows him down, greedy, groaning around him, his head a little pleasantly fuzzy with everything that’s going on. He lets Kip ride it out, twitching and softening in his mouth, and then pulls off and rests his head against Kip’s thigh, cheek pressed to warm skin. Kip tucks himself back into his underwear and strokes Scott’s hair, his touch gentle.

“Wow,” Carter says after a quiet moment has passed, and when Scott looks at him, he sees his eyes wide and his jaw a little slack. “You love that.”  

Scott huffs out a breath and feels his lips stretch into a smile of their own accord. “Yeah. Kinda the point.”

“Does – do you – ? I mean, how does it – ?” Carter is tripping over himself a little bit and Kip laughs.

“You have too many questions sometimes,” he says mildly.

“I have – an inquisitive mind.”

“You mean you’re a little nosy, baby,” Gloria comments with a smile.

“Who the fuck’s teaching you words like inquisitive?” Scott asks, and Carter pushes at his shoulder.

“Are you just asking that because you don’t know what it means?”

“I know what it means,” Scott replies, and there’s something in the look that passes between them that takes the mood from playful right back to charged.

Scott lifts his head and kisses the inside of Kip’s wrist, giving his hand a little squeeze, before he moves out from inbetween Kip’s legs and kneels facing Carter, towering over him a little where Carter is still sitting on the floor.

He doesn’t say anything, just puts a hand to the side of Carter’s neck and watches his eyes settle on Scott’s mouth. Scott can see Gloria’s hand squeeze Carter’s shoulder and then he’s on him, kissing him, hands on Scott’s waist.

Okay, that works. Scott technically had a little move planned, pulling him in by the front of his shirt, because Carter always reacts in really fun ways to that kind of thing, but clearly, no further encouragement is required.

Carter groans into his mouth and presses close, up on his knees just like Scott now. Since the somewhat rocky first attempt on their road trip, some friendly grinding has been added to the repertoire, with Carter being pretty enthusiastic about it all after he got used to the idea. However, what’s still new is this – Carter’s hand sliding down, briefly pausing at the waistband of Scott’s jeans and then cupping him through the fabric, rubbing the heel of his palm against him.

“Fuck,” Scott says, the breath knocked out of him by his surprise and Carter meets his eyes.

“All right?”

“Shit, yeah. Do whatever you want.”

“Okay,” Carter says quietly and seems to consider for a moment. “Yeah, okay.”

He pops open the button on Scott’s jeans and pulls the zipper down, none of it hesitant at all now that he’s decided. Scott tries not to move, to control his breathing, and looks up at Kip on the sofa, who is watching with rapt attention. He tilts his head to the side as if to say, let’s see where this goes, and Scott finds he agrees. Only it’s a little easier for Kip to be so relaxed about it, because Kip isn’t rock hard in his pants like Scott, isn’t currently having his jeans pushed down his hips enough for Carter to be able to palm his through his briefs.

Scott feels himself twitch under Carter’s hand and bites back a moan when Carter gives him a squeeze in response.

“Man, this is actually gonna be so easy with someone with the same equipment,” Carter says, as if he’s only just realizing what exactly he’d find in Scott’s pants, and Gloria snorts out a laugh and buries her face in Kip’s shoulder.

“It’s true,” Scott deadpans, “I’m only gay because vaginas seemed too complicated.”

He can hear Kip suppress a laugh of his own and Scott understands that, given their experiences from about twenty minutes ago, it could be a little funny, but Kip wisely doesn’t comment.

“They’re wonderful but mysterious creatures,” Carter confirms, still looking a little distracted, and then pulls Scott’s underwear down. “You said do whatever, right?”

“Right.” It feels a little exposed, because Scott knows every single person in the room is currently staring at his cock with differing degrees of interest, and he’d really feel better if he could do something –

Scott groans when Carter wraps his hand around him. Again, he’s not tentative about it at all, giving Scott a few experimental strokes like he’s getting to know the weight and shape of him.

“It’s – the wrong way around though,” Carter comments with a slight frown and Scott chuckles.

“Not so easy now, huh?”

“Nah, I’ll figure it out.”

“Why is this so cute?” Gloria whispers to Kip and Carter looks up at them, shaking his head.

“I think you meant to say, sexually enthralling and highly arousing to you personally.”

“I mean, I’m into it, if that helps,” Kip offers. (It does.)

“Okay,” Scott says decisively. He puts a hand on Carter’s jaw and turns his head so they’re facing each other again. “Enough talking.”

“Hot,” Kip comments quietly, which Scott decides is still allowed.

Carter seems to agree, throat bobbing as he swallows. He also seems to remember that his hand is still on Scott’s dick and gives him a few more slow pumps. Scott leans in to kiss him, moaning his approval into his mouth. He drops his other hand to Carter’s hip, hooking into the waistband of his jeans.

“Yeah?”

“Fuck,” Carter breathes against Scott’s lips. “Yeah, yeah okay.”

Scott has Carter’s pants and underwear pushed down quickly enough despite ample distraction and it feels like the entire room lets out a collective breath when he wraps his fingers around Carter’s cock.

He feels Carter’s entire body jerk, but the way he kisses Scott harder and speeds up his strokes on him makes it unmistakably clear that that’s a good reaction.

There’s really no finesse to it all, no familiar rhythm that they can settle into like when Scott does this with Kip, when they’re both too frantic and impatient for anything else.

Still, they’re both worked up and the novelty of it feels electric, the present moment mixing with a fantasy in Scott’s head – an alternate reality of them doing this years ago, of stolen moments after practices, of that mischievous sparkle in Carter’s eye when they would have looked each other on the ice and known they’re sharing a secret.

It’s not a wistful thought though. Sure, it would have been nice; it certainly would have been fun, but Scott thinks everyone has actually ended up exactly where they’re meant to be right now.

He groans when Carter changes his grip on him and suddenly the pressure is just right. They’re not kissing anymore as much as panting against each other’s faces, and Scott looks down, watching both their hands move on each other, side by side. He gets a little lost in the symmetry of it, heat building and building inside him until his skin feels too tight all over his body and he’s thrusting into Carter’s hand, once, twice – and coming all over the front of his shirt (great).

Carter groans into Scott’s ear, a few more heavy breaths, and he follows.

They’re silent for a moment and Carter slumps against Scott, face pressed into the crook of his shoulder.

“You okay?” Scott wraps an arm around him, rubbing his back.

Carter nods, but doesn’t move. Scott looks at Gloria, who doesn’t seem to know what’s going on either, giving him a little shrug. She doesn’t appear concerned though, so Scott just gives Carter a minute to get his bearings, and then the moment has passed.

Carter lifts his head and clears his throat, looking around the room.

“Still just cute?” he asks Gloria and she smiles.

“You’re always cute,” she teases.

They separate and both pull their pants up, and Carter makes a face at the state of his shirt, having suffered the same fate as Scott’s.

“I’ll go grab a new shirt, you wanna borrow one?”

Scott nods and lets Carter help him to this feet, hands gripping each other’s forearms and then knocking their shoulders together once they’re up out of some deeply-ingrained, gym-acquired habit.

“It’s also kinda cute when they bro out a little,” Kip says to Gloria and she makes an amused sound.

“Wait til you see Carter wear his hat backwards.”

“We both know that’s hot,” Carter calls over his shoulder, walking to the bedroom with Scott for a change of clothes.

His usual bravado falters a little bit after that and he’s quiet as he pulls a couple of plain white t-shirts out of his closet.

“Vaughny, what’s going on? Was that too much?”

“No,” Carter says, and Scott waits with a slightly unsettled feeling in his stomach while they both get changed.

“Just…” He motions for Scott to throw his shirt into the laundry basket on top of the dresser, stalling a little bit, then sits down on the edge of the bed.

“It just seems kinda unfair? Like, it’s been so easy for me. All of this – so safe, so easy. And you’ve made it that way, you and Kip and Gloria, really. You know what I mean?”

“Isn’t that – a good thing?” Scott frowns at him.

“Yeah, no, it is, just – man, you’re really showing up for me and I’m just sorry I wasn’t there for you before. You dealt with this big secret alone, for years and –” He breaks off and shrugs, giving Scott a sheepish look. “Just seemed like you could have used a friend to feel safe with, too. And I can’t fix that now. And that…kinda sucks.”

“Carter,” Scott says softly, the rare use of his first name making him look up at Scott. “You were there for me. And I’ve never not felt safe with you. Just because it took me so long to be honest about one thing, doesn’t mean you weren’t there for everything else.”

Carter nods slowly, seeming to think it over, and Scott sits down next to him.

“I’m glad you get to have this. That it’s just fun and easy. If you asked Kip, I think he’d tell you that’s a lot closer to a normal experience than whatever I had going on. People, like, experiment in college. Hockey is just wired differently.”

“Should have gone to college after all,” Carter says and Scott laughs.

“Yeah, could have sucked dick and learned a thing or two.”

“Well, never too late,” Carter says and slaps Scott’s thigh, getting to his feet and clearly feeling a little lighter. “I know Kip lowkey wants me to. I saw it in his eyes.”

“Oh yeah?” Scott smiles and follows him back to the living room. “Are you gonna wear a hat backwards to lure him in?”

“Maybe. Or maybe I’ll just let this face speak for itself.”

They settle back down on the couch on either side of Kip and Gloria, who each give them a quizzical look.

“What are we talking about?” Kip asks, tilting his head up for a forehead kiss before he cuddles into Scott’s side.

“How Vaughny should go back to college so he can learn more big words to impress us with.”

“All for the good cause of finally winning against Benny on Words with Friends,” Carter sighs, following Scott’s lead.

“Forget it, you’ll never beat Harvard. He put equivocal yesterday.” With a triple letter score for the Q as well, the asshole.  

“The fuck does that mean?”

“Exactly.”