Dealing with Lisa's Clever-or-Not Affairs

Lisa had skimmed and was now reading a report about how some gangster organization from Italy had been infiltrating Finnish social networks. It said that seemingly the Italians had found mostly that the criminally-inclined among the Finns were a bit too unruly for them to really appreciate. They had been judged fairly similarly by much of the Russian mafia, usually, the report pointed out. But there was one huge difference, which hardly was surprising to her: The Russians had judged the Finnish to be awkward to deal with for ruling over the rest of Scandinavian while the Italians were into the vice versa, sort of. They had found that the other Scandinavians weren't too keen on Finland for there to be a trouble there, with that many of the Finns never reflected over pan-Scandinavian attitudes as their domain of interest. This told her that the probably many Finns were into notions of themselves as so independent that they should be seen as the superiors of their own cultural habitat. With that at stake, it seemed to her, there was an issue of freeing oneself from any foreigners influence among the people to approach for those gangster groups.

After reading about one third of the report, she rose from her seat in order to make some coffee. Her percolator started up the water, which effervesced pleasantly, she felt. After it had finished brewing she poured herself a cup and drank it with pleasure. Then the phone rang.

“Hello, it's Lisa,” she answered.

“You know, Lisa,” a male voice said on the other end of the line, “it's not time yet for us to show any interest in nailing those mafia groups, which may have started to cooperate!” His voice was calm, but she didn't quite realize how come she was supposed to feel trust for the fellow.

“Who are you?!” she asked.

“I'm that man whom you're supposed to meet with about those issues about the Finnish mafia seeming to be into something of trying to expand into foreign territory! I'm not done with my part it yet! But please, as I'm telling you, there's a mediocrity in trying to watch them as if we had to be watching them forever! So, please, let me tell you about them, and then perhaps we can finish the deal later, about how to handle them!”

Lisa now recalled that her boss had told her that some half-Finnish man had been contacted and was supposed to prompt an investigation that could at the very best piece out and complete theirs, so that the mafia groups could sooner or later perhaps be mapped well enough for them to know beforehand, much better than they already did, when and where they would be likely to become dangerous. This she had expected not to surface until a few months from now. So she asked; “Why did you expect that I was in all that much of a hurry?”

“Oh, sorry! But I have to finish this deal with some people of the kind that they wouldn't expect there to be telling from, if you see what I mean!”

“I'm not sure. But I guess you might have some kind of informer among the people they expect not to be it?”

“Yeah! And I also have some informer among the associates of the associates of those people they're dealing with in order to get rid of those who want to double-deal them about certain smuggling deals they were closing!”

“I see. But what's that got to do with me already?!”

“It's because, you see I have a deal and they want you to be part of it!”

“What!? Do you mean they know who I am!?”

“Yes, so it seems!”

“What the fuck do they know about me, then?!”

“They seem to be into that you and I are partners in some kind of business that has something to do with their seemingly legit transporting company!”

“What?!”

“I'm sorry! ...”

“Are you sure about this!?”

“I'm as sure as I can get. Because I also had some doubts! But double-checking it, I didn't find anything that said that it wasn't for real - that is, that they thought so!”

Nonplussed about this, Lisa thought for a moment. “Then how come the mafia, I mean the Finnish one, seems to be into that they aren't of the sort that shouldn't be considered smart at dealing with just about everybody who could, even possibly, be anything whatsoever of their potential business partners?”

“I guess it's just because they've already closed a deal with some company who seems to claim that you are involved. As a matter of fact I thought you were! But now they seem to have been faking that!”

Nonplussed again, Lisa pondered upon what this company could have had to do with her, of all people. “Is it that I, as it is, seemingly take part in their business as sort of a dummy, or a decoy? Because I have, some years ago, posed as a dummy among certain people who were doing business in that area!”

“I guess that could be so!”

“Is it about, do you think, that they expect me, as a dummy, to be faking that I can dal with them as though I was mature enough to win by pretending that I am a smart woman of competence that seems mediocre on the surface?!”

“That seems likely!”

“Then how come they expect that I am actually there, do you think? Because I haven't been playing the role of that dummy for almost four years - and even then I didn't really have very much to do with them - not ever, actually.”

“I don't know! But it seemed to be an expertise in that woman whom they dealt with for bargains in the New Hampshire area!”

“What woman?”

“The woman you dealt with when you told us that everyone has to deal with America as the only asset of calibre enough for them to really have something going for them.”

“I have never at all stated anything like that!” Lisa burst out.

“Then how come you were there and told her that as they, if not you precisely, stated it, you would be able to expect a gratitude from everyone who was talking about it?!”

“I have not at all been there! By the way, where were they? And when was this occasion?”

“Oh, look, I can't be telling you about that if you now are unwilling to tell me what you actually had to do with it!”

Troubled and nonplussed, she said: “There's nothing for me to say about that! I haven't even the remotest idea what you're talking about!”

“Then how come you were strategically challenging them as if they were mediocre? I mean when they seemed to be doing your business!”

She was silent for a moment, then answered:”If you mean that occasion six years ago, where I closed a deal with the Italians and seemingly seemed to understand what that deal was about, then I gues syou could call it that I was dealing with them that way!”

“I can't trust you on that you weren't there exactly three years ago!!”

“But I was not!”

“Then how come you want me to trust you about you not dealing with my affairs as though you weren't there in the first place?!”

“It's you who called me! I didn't ask you to start dealing with me! Even if my boss did, I really haven't!”

“Then how can I trust you on that you can't close the deal with the Russians, and that that deal won't be behind my back?!”

“I'm not sure why you're talking to me at all! Now please get off my back!”

“Okay then, bitch! But remember, if you try to deal with me like that again, then I'll kill you!”

With that he hung up the phone.

Two years later she found out that a second cousin of hers, who really looked very much like her, had been killed by Finnish people who seemed to be into business with the Russian mafia.

Be Who You Are and not What You Seem to Be

Robert looked at his best friend Ira. “Don't you get it?!” he asked, then looked at him, and continued: “It's not that she isn't kind the way a woman should be for being a virtue for a man! Instead it is that she scorns that I like her for it!”

“Oh! Like that! .. But then she's just working against herself! Can't you simply have her seem to be that way, and then perhaps she'll change!”

“I've already tried that one! ... But, you see, she just seemed resentful about it! ... It's horrible, actually! It even seemed that she used it in order to make herself seem good - it's like good enough for the next ma, perhaps!”

“Oh, shit! I have to admit that's horrible!”

Robert made a resentful and soft sound that was something in-between a sigh and a laughter. Ira figured he was sort of trying to laugh his troubles away and asked: “Do you feel she's a slut and that you couldn't have bargained for it until now that it's too late?”

“I don't know if she's a slut like that! The only thing I have on her is that she's into an arrogant haughtiness - like for no reason, it seems! ... Or perhaps I don't really have that, I mean not the official sense. I mean she's sort of too hiddenly arrogant about it!”

Ira thought about it for a while before answering: “Does it seem possible that she's into faggots as what is good enough for her, and thereby despises you for being straight?”

“I guess it could be that! Don't believe she's simply into straight or not straight, even so, though! Because it seems she 's trying to stay arrogant with me even when I change my style into a seeming faggot! It's not that I don't feel her appreciate it in one sense, but then there's another appreciation for a straight man that gets lost with it, and it evens out! She's still seemingly too good for me all the time!”

“Perhaps she is too good for you! ... I mean, Bobby, to tell the truth, many women seem to be too good for me, and I don't even ask them out or anything!”

Robert sighed. “I also feel that way about most of them. I feel that I also seem to realize, so that she can understand it, probably, that she's a good enough woman for me, and that therefore I shouldn't pertain to faking that I must have her. Really, Ira, I didn't hit on her or something, even, I jus tried to feel that she was up to what she seemed to be about me.”

“... and that being what?”

“That she liked me! But, OK, it's also that she might fancy me, because she did seem to!”

“I guess she's a little too unappreciative of the notion of the two of you sensually draw nearer each other! I fancy you and her could make a little smart couple, from whom I could have been able to tell that I and someone I would fancy in the same way could be appreciated the same way!”

His friend sighed again. “They seem to be into looking at her as the kind of girl they aught defend, Ira, and thereby I find that I can't really feel safe in assuming that she's into me for a thought, even!”

“It's as bad as that! Then I guess I just have to settle for that she's an impossible catch. I also feel that you're into something I don't find myself quite capable of handling very well! .., I guess I can see in you that they're really trouble, friend! So why don't you just skip her, and try to find another woman for a catch?”

“It's not trying for a catch that I have been into! It's just by coincidence that we grew flirtatious, she and I. And I can't feel up to just trying to make a catch of anyone else, because that - sort of, at least - has me seem like I don't want a woman for a relationship, which I do!”

“I can't feel that it's my problem! They all are the same about that! It's just that they seem to have fancied themselves as the catches you should have and not I, until now!”

His friend Bobby looked a bit surprised. “I haven't been that lucky with them! Why, you have yourself also had about four different women the last three years!”

“I don't mean that! It's not the number of so-called relationships one has that's the measure of pleasure for being the one many of them fancy, I feel! Or do you mean there's a relationship in everyone that is to be taken seriously as the one to be fancying you well enough?!”

Bobby seemed a bit astonished. “Don't pretend that I always get the better ones! Nor do I aim for them, as a matter of fact! This one, for instance, is a sort of clumsy girl, although she's a little bit too smart for me to say that she wouldn't be my match in some sort of a way!”

“Then why do you feel that you can't just skip her?! I mean both Christina and Ana you seemed to take that way! Why not this one?!”

“Because she's that kind of catch I need for feeling that I actually am a good enough man to view myself as worthwhile to hang with! It's also because she doesn't seem like a woman to be despising. She seems, and that's the problem with her, to be good-hearted and clear-minded sort of a girl! Thereby I can't feel realistic about not treating her well, except for the part when she tries to fancy me as an unworthy guy for her acquaintance!”

“Then how come you fancy her as though she wasn't that terrific?! I mean it seems to me that the two of you haven't fancying anything but sex-appeal for one another. And then, thereby, the two of you should match, only, I say, there's not match for the two of you in that the two of you seem to be perfect for each other!”

Trying to Get Rid of "Fakes"

“I say it's not easy!” he said. “I say it's difficult to do it!”

“I guess the notion of the decree doesn't leave them unsuspicious about our initiatives to describe them as awful about those who seem to be good at ruling over the command that is needed to solve our current problems.”

“Yeah! That's it! It seems to them to be awful for somebody who is in charge to take command against them and thereby overrule their decisions about what impressions we should aspire to make! It will be soon enough that they discover who put them up to it!”

“Yeah!” she agreed. “And thereby they will all simply have it we should not be trusted - and that's like ever again!!”

“It's not fake that we and not they are into actually caring about the proclamations of superiority that our organization needs! Thereby I wonder if they'll really fall for it, those who are in charge right now!”

Thoughtfully she looked through their open back door, and out onwards towards the horizon. “I also wonder that!” she replied. She then began looking at their two watchdogs and mumbled:” Seems good enough to mess with them as so phoney and bad that we needed to take care of them as inferiors!”

“Yeah! I agree! But how do you suppose they will react if we don't have any proof for that they're phoney unless we can gain only by having them seem inferior?” He also began looking at their watchdogs and added: “I suppose that they are both of them also skilled enough to take care of that for us?! Right, Clara?!”

“Right, Roger! Thereby we'll just have to shoot them in the legs and then let our dogs take care of the rest.”

Thereby the two of them settled for that they could kill their two enemies without seeming to be immature or crazy about pretending they're immoral! Because it's not supposedly about actual moral, at least not of the wrong kind, they figured, to embrace the thought of letting their dogs do the killing, and thus seem innocent. They would be supposedly wicked for it, but that could be a problem smaller than that they would seem to be too good for the assholes that might talk about it.

Two days later they fetched their dogs and went to the house of one of them. Clara rang the doorbell and Peter opened. “May I speak to your father?” she asked him in a polite manner. He looked at her for a moment, before answering: “Yeah, I'll get him!”

After about two minutes Peter and his father Bert came to the door. “What is it?!” Bert asked.

Clara looked at him and said: “I have a proposition for you and the others to be consider. It's about that the incompetents should be treated as such, and that you and the others who are good enough should be able to declare them inane or so. Thereby I will, if you let me see to it that I don't seem to have been here, show you about some regards to be taken for the sake of exposing their incompetences.”

“Let me think about that for a while!” He pondered for about twenty seconds, then he replied: “I guess I can let you come in to my house and there we'll discuss that issue!”

“It's not your house that is a good enough spot for actually taking into account that they might pretend they have superiority about mocking attitudes of absurdity!”

“Then were shall we go for it?!”

“I guess we could go to the beach for it; because there they wouldn't be able to find out how they could search on how they could seem potentially quite enough for our organization!”

“Okay, then! Now, let me just put on my beach sandals for it!”

“Of course!”

After a while they were at the beach and she was showing him where he could announce his cunning be of the more responsible kind when it comes to rendering the organization's select issues, ambitions and procurements. It seemed to him to be unnecessary to have gone down there, but still he was very eager to learn how he should keep face in coming contestations, and thereby learn to rule against those who could be considered his inferiors. “But how come,” he asked, “do you feel that they can't be tracing this when it's proclaimed by ya here, instead of at my home or something?!”

“I feel you don't have a notion against that you could consider this be territory both of you personally and of the organization as a whole!”

“I see!” he said proudly.

“I proclaim thereby that you also call that friend of yours, August, and say to him that he shouldn't miss this opportunity of regarding me as a assistant for showing that he also can do what needs ot be done against them!”

“I guess I'll call him! But then you should tell me why he is to be considered superior just as I!”

“It's because the both of you can say to them that they are fake and we are real, in the sense that doesn't seem derisory or corrupt!”

“All right! I'll call him!” he answered and picked up his cell phone. “Hey, August, it's me! You know what?! There's a young lady with me who is willing to consider you as well as me superior just as soon as we proclaim our organization's determinations be too good for those inferior for it!So will you please come down here? I'm at the beach and she is willing to show us right her and now just how we should be considered absolute security for our our organization's businesses! Thereby we will, it seems, be able to take over the organization soon enough, just as long as they keep considering her liability to be considerate enough for the organization!”

“But how shall I be considered right for it? I am just a pretend smartness for having faith in it!”

She heard his answer and broke in: “It's because,” she said to Bert, “he also seems that innocent while he's at it! He doesn't have to be considered to be of the organization's benefit for me to consider him to be a bet I can have for the sake of keeping the organization clean from thos who are lowly in that they don't seem superior enough for it!”

“I say it she who feels that way, and it's not about our organization, August!” She looked at him while he was finishing that statement. She considered him low enough to consider himself and that other fellow to be superior now that she, as a woman had stated that they could be even seen supreme. Meanwhile the other man was saying that “Okay, I'll be there in just a few minutes!”

She smiled. “I forgot,” she said while Bert ended his call, “to say that he as well as you are invited to dinner tonight as long as they say to themselves that we shall have an organization smart enough not to consider those low-lives to be good enough for it!”

“I guess we can then work on that part of it, once he comes here then?!”

“I meant that, yes!” she answered him in a firm voice, whilst she was feeling solemn about that he would fall into the trap.

Two minutes later August arrived.

“I consider the two of you,” Clara said, “to be the most cunning and competent people we have for the cause of contemning the silly, awkward and foolish people who want to join our organization! I thereby will how you just what I had in mind for you two to show them that we shall consider a criterion for respectability, and you will thereby be considered the most valuable members of our organization!”

The two of them looked at her and August asked: “How come I will be considered that kind of a smart man at defending the attitudes we already have?! I don't consider myself to be so smart at actually faking that they are inferior! I consider myself to be of value only for the betterment of that they are awful in that they see themselves as superior while already having a laugh against them, and thereby possibly also a ridicule of our whole organization with them!”

“I consider you to be an asset for the sake of proclaiming them to be imbeciles to the extent that you will get a surge going for ya, at least to the extent I can consider you seem superior to them whilst they seem inferior to us! ... Now I'm going to show the two of you where these goofs are!” She pointed to a few cliffs nearby. “There two of them usually hang out! I wnat the two of you to test your abilities in actually scorning the two of them! Now let's go there, and let me find out from the two of you, just how good you actually are at scoring such people!” She started walking. the two men followed and after while a while the three were at the closest of the cliffs. there she pointed to a inlet to a grove. “I shall see you there in a few minutes! First, now I'm going to see to it that they actually seem to be smart enough to be considered good enough, and then you will - I hope - nail them good enough for them to be considered low again! Now if you do that good enough you will be considered the best there is for the organization!”

The two men looked at her. She seemed real about what she was saying. “I guess we aught to wait in there so that they don't see us at first?”

“That's it” she answered.

Two minutes later, August and Bert had entered the grove. They waited there for three minutes. Then a man showed up; it was Roger, but they didn't recognize him! He was in disguise and seemed to consider himself to be superior, whilst acting stupid and awkward. August said: “I see you're cunning at having that attitude problem we don't have!” and Bert filled in “Yeah! You're such an awful yokel that you should be considered a lowlife in every respect one can imagine!”

“I don't see that the two of you can act any better than I can!” the man answered. Meanwhile he solemnly held a cigar in his right hand.

“Oh! It''s silly to say you have a point!” August responded. “And it's awful that you seem to be a sport now that you're at a level of attitude that doesn't correspond to the worthlessness of your actual personality!”

But as he said that the fellow he spoke to took a gun out of his right pocket, and shot him, and then, immediately after, his friend too - each of them in the leg. Then he ran off quickly and hid behind the rocks.

But soon after he was heard calling to someone: “It was two assholes! I shot them, Alan, but I coldn't but harm them, cause I'm no gentleman, I feel, unless I consider myself above the murder of such a lowlife! But your dogs, Alan, can you release them and have them do it for me?!” And as it seemed Alan did, for two big dogs came running towards the two now bleeding men. First one of them bit Bert's throat so he died, then the other one bit August's, so that he died.

Soon after Roger came forward and checked the two corpses. And upon it Clara also did the same. They looked at each other and felt that they now had solved the problem they had considered unusually bad and thus relieved themselves from the threat that had been disturbing them very much for the last couple of years!

Assets of Enthusiasm

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Enjoy Sex Appeal as It Is

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The Dilemma

“They all are assholes, the whole extended family, even! They're all that bad!”

“I suppose you mean that they all feel that it's not worth it to be moral, unless they themselves, respectively I mean, are threatened somehow?”

“Yes! I mean that!”

“I suppose, then, they all are bastards enough not to ever be considerate towards those they can't find to be potential enemies if they don't?”

“I guess so, bro!” Richard said. “Mom and dad also say they're all but totally evil. I even say totally!”

His brother looked at him. “I feel that our parents are right! They're hardly that evil! At least not all of them!”

“But then why do they freaking pretend everyone else is too low to be considered a friend, even those who are good enough to be friends with everybody else?!”

“I don't know! Perhaps they're as stubborn as that! And then the evils in them makes it even worse than what that would be in the first place!”

“Even so, Daniel, we have to admit to ourselves that they seem to have evil in their genes, don't they?!”

“It might only seem to be that! You know it's cultural! I guess that means it must be social in their case, since they're all part of the same culture we are!”

“I can't say they're not evil in their genes because they all seem to be the same kind of stuck up about it!”

Daniel looked thoughtfully at his brother. “Have you spoken to mom or so, let's see what she thinks! Or to dad? I bet he, even, wouldn't want to agree with that!”

“I feel that whether or not they do feel that way, they wouldn't want to deal with them much, and they couldn't, they either, I think, come up with any explanation for their evil, probably than the one I had! I mean they're not fucken losers who would have to be desparate or something! They're not obviously different from us and the others here, so that they'd perhaps be bullied ... or become paranoid in some other way - from being outsiders, that is. ...”

“But how could it be that their extended family on both sides should be the same about that!? I mean they shouldn't be evil both sides, if it's just one trait that we don't all have or something, we who actually are much of the same heritage (or at least so it seems)?!”

“I don't know for sure, but I feel they might be inbreeding, simply! Perhaps there's no one else to fuck for those bastards!”

“Haha! I guess you're right in that sense! They can't find others who are actually evil enough even that!”

But now Richard took time to think for a while. “I think that,” he began at last, “they don't feel good enough to actually be screwed by anyone who isn't evil enough to be their friend. But at the same time I bet they could be rapists and such!”

His brother sighed. “I agree. I too can believe that they're too evil to have any other kids than those who spring from rape and so on, apart from perhaps those who come to be in some evil orgy or so!”

“Yeah! That's where I'm coming from!”

“I declare that we aught to be able to label them genetically evil. But what if it seems that we're simply being evil ourselves? I mean the Nazis, and there are lots of other tyrannies too that did that, they pretended it was evil to be for example a Jew - I mean with the Nazis it was for example a Jew. And the others, they too had some similar prejudices! Sort of like anyone could be taken as their enemy as soon as they had some outer feature that made them pertain to some group they - the tyrants - labelled as the enemy!”

“I know! And that's why I feel that this shouldn't be seen as similar to the tyrannies; because they don't very much have features that make them pertain to so-called enemies - except for exactly that they really re nasty, cruel and evil! ... It's only that still it will be seen, I guess, like something that could be them, since they oftentimes - right, bro? - pretended to be threatened by the evil in those enemies.”

“That's right! And thereby I pertain to that this shouldn't be said, and that we should just be hating them for what they are, and they should go to hell when they die, and that will solve it all!”

With that they ended their conversation.

In a Very Hypnotic Envorinment

“I wish!” he said as if he was making a point by saying so. “I wish they weren't so damned bastard faking that i am not applicable for being clear about what our leaders mean by their complements for Avawlah and his colleagues in the army of our expansion.”

His cousin looked at him. “I wish too,” she answered, “that they don't feel threatened by that we don't find humiliation-gorged responses to be very cool to accept as the attitudes we want to have to appreciate, as long as it's with others!”

They had both been humiliated in childhood by the hypnosis of the enemy duo that tended to - rather invisibly   - deprive everyone who can't handle their techniques of sophistication-inclined reasoning of being reliable - and even more of being seen as such by their peers and superiors. It was evident that they couldn't find ways to define their problems, because both of them had been depraved of their clarity on situations that required their attention, accept for if they accepted severe memory loss as the payment for the sophistication in the other one for cutting loose from the initial hypnosis.

“After all,” he said to her, “we both can deal with ourselves as though they weren't mean to us! I feel we are acquainted to them as though they were evil in the sense that they require form us not to loose their immediate support for the thoughts we might have. But then, reciprocally, we shouldn't make them feel like understanding that we really do understand problems that they might not really have, but which they still might be opposed by in some distant future!”

“I agree!” she answered. “I feel that ever since we happened to spy on that enemy king and his pupils, we can both feel that we don't need to be loyal with our superiors in that particular sense!” Little did she realize, nor did her cousin, that this enemy of their superior had in him, and his loyals an intense hypnosis against realizing appreciation among superiors as valuable even for ones own survival!

“I feel,” he answered, “that since we learned that capacity to be disloyal with them who are supreme, it's like in their own eyes, so that they cannot any longer despise our guts for the way we see it as though we need to be loyal although they harass us at times!”

“I propose that although they did penalize us for being silly - as they saw it - when we challenged them well against their lack of appreciation for the absolute power we would have, that even though they did that we really have an appreciation for our potential power in that we loyally, that is to each other, keep on fighting the regime above us and with them our - and also their - enemy regimes! I feel that we from now on shall keep fighting each other, but only with potential power, so that our superiors here see that we can actually be seen as supremes although we are seen as mediocre - and possibly even worse! - by them!”

“I propose thereby that we actually start right away!”

With that the tow of them started slowly killing each other by means which their superiors were surprised that they possessed. They didn't very much care to interfere even so, since the two of them were judged as disloyal to the extent they had hidden potentials. However, they did get curios about them, and thereby did stop the two of them from their extreme though slow dispatching of one another.

After some inquiries of them, it turned out that the techniques were indeed built upon rather keen cunning about some people who were expanding and now supreme over even Avawlah and his people. “Indeed it seems to be that!” an interrogator said to another.

This surprised the younger one of the cousins, who didn't quite remember when those people visited the vicinity of the playground were they both were playing. The other interrogator was also rather surprised. She had never encountered those people, but heard of them that they were smoothly loyal, on the surface, to the notion that everyone should leave one another peacefully unchallenged. They were also smooth in the sense that never said to each other anything about tactics needed for being so unpremissive without that being noticeable for anyone else. Thereby she couldn't see them as anyones that they, nor even anyone, basically, could easily at all have been spying on!

In the end the interrogations lead to that the two cousins weren't allowed to stay inside the protected area unless they helped their leaders really learn what those techniques really consisted of. But the two cousins were unable to actually show them very much. So although they tried, now that they were threatened by the worst punishment possible, i.e. letting Avawlah's people or so get them, they still could not quite generate results about it!