Beef in the music world was nothing new. Plenty of artists had dissed each other in the press or in a song over the years but perhaps the biggest back and forth in the industry in recent years was between Drake and Kendrick Lamar. It’s hard to say what the underlying issue between the two hip-hop stars was exactly, whether it was born out of competition or actual dislike of one another but whatever the origin, their feud didn’t seem to be dying down anytime soon. They hadn’t always been adversarial, in fact having worked together over 10 years earlier but whatever goodwill they shared seemed to have been ruined by a very public falling out that became a very entertaining sparring match for the world to watch. 

In comparison, Drake was the much larger star. His career was huge and he’d sat at the top of the world not long ago with top of the charts hits but his incredible success and fan admiration was taking a serious blow from Kendrick. What’d gone on for over a year between the two of them was mostly headline fodder and the subject of clickbait stories, nothing either of them were too worried about affecting their careers until the 2025 Super Bowl where none other than Kendrick Lamar was the halftime talent. All it took was one direct look in the camera and a ‘Say, Drake…’ line delivery with a smirk from Lamar to set the internet on fire and have everyone talking about the very direct jab to his rival that millions of people had just watched. 

It became apparent very quickly that the underdog in this feud had essentially sunk Drake’s battleship with one momentary diss for the world to see. The modern king of hip-hop needed to end this while he could; despite his pride and ego, he and his team knew appeasing Kendrick might be the only way to keep him from becoming a total joke. However, burying the hatchet with Lamar wouldn’t be as simple as he would’ve liked. He’d assumed an apology or even some kind of business deal might be enough to get Kendrick to back off but the deal Lamar offered him to squash the beef was nothing he could’ve imagined. Drake, the music powerhouse, was going to have to let himself be humiliated one more time and this one would be the worst of it all. 

By the time Kendrick got to the private room of the recording studio that day, Drake was already in full position. He even took a minute to admire the sight through a two-way mirror of one of the walls, already smiling at how sweet of a victory this would be. The 38 year old sat in a chair unlike he’d ever seen, with his arms strung up over his head to a support beam and his legs straight out in front of him resting on the leg extension, with both legs mummified in plastic wrap from his thighs to his ankles and secured in place to the leg extension with straps over them. Not only that but the belt loops on the sides of his pants had been anchored into the chair by zip ties just to make sure he really couldn’t go anywhere.  Without a shirt on he looked even more vulnerable, with his hairy armpits on full display and his entire upper body wide open for whatever Kendrick wanted to do. 

“Looky here, looky here haha” Kendrick greeted with a deliciously excited grin, earning a death glare from Drake. “Yeah, fucking laugh it up, man…fucking asshole” “You’re the one that’s gonna be laughing today” Lamar answered as Drake struggled in his bondage some more, obviously unsettled that he was so helpless. Such a compromising position threatened a man’s ego like few other things. “What the fuck even is this shit?? This is fucking crazy, man, seriously” “If you think it’s crazy now, just wait” Kendrick laughed some more as he stood beside Drake and watched him tense up with frustrated suspense, ready to knock Lamar through the wall but all he could do was sit there and take the fingers suddenly coming for his pits. 

“AghhSHihiT!” Drake clenched his teeth and tensed up more to fight reacting, already trying like hell to bring his arms down but realized very quickly that he couldn’t. “You ain’t stronger than this chair, man haha…I’ll go ahead and tell you that” Kendrick taunted with fluttering fingers getting to know the hairy underarms, making Drake stir in the chair like an angry hornet trying to contain his laughter. “HaghaFFuCcKOOOhOFF!!” Drake spat with a giggly outburst and quickly clamped his mouth close again as much as he could, as if his lips weren’t quivering with more laughs fighting to get out. “Don’t tell me you’re already having a hard time…this is light stuff” Kendrick pointed out while making his fingers swirl wider, getting Drake to jerk in the chair with a fiery exhale of struggling control. 

Kendrick’s enjoyment from watching Drake try to fight the tickling was obvious as he teased the stretched-out pits, milking the advantage of having such wide-open targets as the fellow rapper simmered with stubborn resistance. “You can probably tell but this room is sound-proof so nobody’s gonna hear you laugh like a little bitch in a second” Lamar explained with an ominous smirk, warning Drake of his own eruption moments before the fluttering in his pits suddenly became wiggling fingers on both sides. “..AAGAhAHAFFuUuCCKK!! AOhAOhANNOOAohA!! FFuUuCCkKYYoOuuBbRROOHOAOHAA!!” exploded out of Drake just as Kendrick predicted, with his tattooed muscles straining against the wrist straps and rope keeping his pits so unbearably exposed. 

Kendrick’s enthusiastic fingers looked like they were trying to dig into Drake’s pits but couldn’t decide where to focus, instead showing the full scope of the handsome hollows his full attention. “HOAHSstTohOhOHPPMMAAhHnN!! FFuUuUuCCKKoOoFFAOh!!!” “I ain’t going nowhere” Kendrick laughed from behind Drake as his robust, forced laughter filled the room, like music to Lamar’s ears. Drake’s hands were fists of anger and his sneakered feet writhed in place at the end of the leg rest, his whole body in fight or flight mode with nowhere to go or anything to do about his situation as Kendrick happily made him suffer. 

The restless fingers soon sharpened even more until they were daggering away into the base of both pits and Drake’s face lit up with the more intense rush, “AAhAHhWWhhAATThEEFFuUUCCk?! AOhANNoOAHOA!! GGEETToOOFFmMEEAAAhAHA!!” Drake raged while the bondage and chair contained his violent reaction, unable to hide how brutal the new technique was. “Not so tough right now…not even a little bit” Kendrick teased with stiff fingers burrowing into Drake’s tender armpits to keep his rival laughing and bucking in the chair. “I knew you were ticklish but damn” Lamar added as Drake shook and roared in front of him. “HhOoOOWWAohAOHA!?” “Chris Brown told me…told me about you tickling him too that time years ago in that limo” Kendrick admitted, reminding Aubrey of a night he hadn’t thought about in a long time. “GGOoODDDdAAAmMMiIiTAhAHAMMAAHhANN!!” Drake fired back like he was ready to start beef with Chris too over telling Kendrick that but the secret was out now and he was in the very worst position for Lamar to have such intel on him. 

“I’m actually surprised you agreed to this…I guess you must’ve been too desperate to say no, huh?” Kendrick taunted before drifting just south and daggering into Drake’s ribs, hitting him like a jolt of electricity. “AAHAHAHSSHhIIIT!! AohAhFFuUuCCKKYYOuoOUHHAohA!!” was all Drake could say; Kendrick was right. Tickling of all things never even crossed his mind when he’d reached out to Lamar about settling their feud and it pissed him off even more to think that him tickling Chris years ago had been what’d put the idea in his head. But, he didn’t really have any more cards to play against him; letting Kendrick beat him for good in private would have to be worth sparing his image in public. 

“CCOhOOMMmEEEOoHONnMMAAHAANN!! JjUuSSTttSSTtoHHOPP!!” Drake argued as the bite in his laughter began to be conquered a bit the longer Kendrick tormented him. “Nah, I think we’re gonna keep going…this is the most fun I’ve had in a while” Lamar answered as he made his way up and down the ribs with tight, localized jabs between them. Drake’s strong body tried to wiggle away or jerk out of reach but the ties around his pants did their job perfectly, keeping him anchored mostly in place while Kendrick made sure to relish every second of the unique domination. 

“I wanna know if these fake abs are ticklish” Kendrick soon announced as he left the ribs. “They’re not fucking fake! What kind of bullshit is that to put in a song anyway??” a disgruntled Drake questioned, referencing Lamar’s lyric about the dig. “You can prove me wrong right now…let’s find out” Kendrick pointed out before sinking into the tan stomach and instantly bringing Drake back to life with unwanted laughter. “AahGGhAHAFFuUuCCkKAOhAO!! oOKHOOOKK!!” “Ok, they’re fake?” “AhoANNOOoAHoAO!!” Drake fired back through the new uproar and tried to twist his body but he had no defense, unable to fight Kendrick’s attack on his solid belly. 

Lamar’s fingers were just as ruthless as his lyrics as he focused on Drake’s stomach, kneading up and down the shallow abs while the Canadian star shook in the chair like he was still trying to break out of it. “OHoOOKK!! aohAFFuUuCCkKiinNGGAohASSTTohOHOHPP MmAHAANN! FFfUUuCCkKoOoFF AASShhOoOLLLEE!!” “You’re a grammy-winning rapper and all you’ve got is ‘asshole’? That’s fucking weak” Kendrick mocked before dipping into his bellybutton with a single finger and making Drake’s laughter rocket up a few notches with a sharp outburst. “Hold on now, what was that??” Kendrick questioned with sudden intrigue. “NO! Don’t touch my fucking bellybutton, motherfucker! NO! I said dooONnTT!! AOhAYOOO!! YYOOOAOhA!! CCoHOOEEmMOoONNAHAA!!!” came gushing out of the superstar with wide-eyed distress as a single finger swirled around in his navel and Kendrick watched him go wild like he’d just discovered a pot of gold. 

“This is hilarious” Kendrick laughed with a front row seat to the best show he’d ever seen. “HOAhAAhALLRRiiGGhhTT!! AohAFFuUcCkKiInGGAOhASSTThHOOOPP!” “Why?” “AohAOhIITTFFuUuHCCkKIInNGG TTTiiCckKLLLEESSAHA!!” “I bet two fingers would be even worse then, huh?” Lamar suggested before shifting his approach to teasing the bellybutton with both index fingers, taking turns swirling around inside and teasing the rim. “AAAAHAHASSHHIIiITT!!” Drake couldn’t help but let out with another flash of ticklish horror on his handsome face as his industry enemy tickled one of his very worst spots like nobody ever had. It was around this point that Kendrick knew he’d made the right choice by orchestrating this. Seeing him all tied up in the chair was great by itself but making him go so crazy with something as humbling as tickling satisfied the part of him that really wanted to wreck Drake. 

“What about a little combo action?” Kendrick suggested as he left one finger wiggling around in his bellybutton and used the other hand to chomp into Drake’s hip, immediately triggering another outburst. “AHAAhAhAFFuUUCCKKDDUuUDDE!! AOhAANNOOAOhA!! IIMmGGOnNAAFFuUCCCkKIiNNGG AHHAAKKIIILLYYOuUAOAHA!!” “Nah, we’re gonna be good after this…all this is me showing you mercy because you couldn’t keep up, remember?” Kendrick pointed out to further rub in Drake’s defeat as he overwhelmed his bellybutton and squeezed into his hip over and over until the ticklish rapper was starting to shine with sweat from laughing and fighting so much, another sign to Kendrick that he was definitely getting the better of him. 

The only thing that saved Drake’s bellybutton was Kendrick’s desire to see where else he was ticklish as he stood up and moved closer to the end of the leg extension, striking new anxiety in the bound musician. “How you big stepping with a size 7 men’s on?” Kendrick casually sang as he knelt near the big feet, telling Drake where this was headed. “Bro, you’ve gotta give me a break…this is fucked up” “You can’t just call out a man for his shoe size and expect him not to check what size yours are too” Kendrick answered as he didn’t bother with the laces, instead wrestling the left and right sneakers off Drake’s feet before looking in the tab to check. “Size 12? I guess that just means there’s more of these feet to tickle then. Bet you wish you wore a 7 now” Lamar teased as the white-socked feet sat stuck beside each other at the end of the plastic wrap and the fresh air seeping through the cotton protection put Drake further on edge. 

“Man, Kendrick, come on! You’re really gonna tickle my feet right now?? That’s fucking weird, man” Drake tried to assert in hopes of deterring Lamar. “Keep talking, big man…keep talking” Kendrick dismissed before grabbing the toes of the socks with both hands and yanking on them, making Drake’s eyes flare wide again and his toes try to hang on but there was no stopping the material from slipping off his size 12s and leaving them totally naked. Drake’s cappuccino toes scrunched and tightened like he could protect himself from what Kendrick had planned but his attempt was very quickly undermined with 10 eager fingers skittering away at his pink soles. “OoOOOoHAAOHFFUUCCKK! OAHoHAohANNO!! NNOoAOhAOHMMoOoTThEERRAhAFFuUCCkKEERR!!” came barreling out of the chart-topper not a second later, with the new tickling bulldozing any effort to hold his laughter in this time. 

“Big ole’ ticklish feet haha…gotta love it” Kendrick taunted as his short nails scratched along the soft bottoms, focusing around the top of the heels and the arches with steady strokes. “AAGghoHAOAHSShHIiTTmMAHAHANN! FFuUUCCkKoOoHAAOoFFF WWIiTThhThHAAAhaT!!” Drake argued as his pearly smile was stretched wide and his heavy laughter was pumped out of him with ease, putting a smile on Kendrick’s face as well. Lamar’s concentrated approach worked like a charm to keep Drake riled up in the chair, jerking and bouncing around in place with frustrated, uncontrollable laughter pouring out of him with every drag of each finger across his supple soles. Kendrick quickly realized he didn’t even have to do much, putting consistency above anything else as he danced across the nearly flat feet without ever pulling away or giving Drake a moment to forget how bad it was. 

“AhoAOHOGGEETtToOoFFMMMEEAhAOhAA!!” Drake protested with a lingering sense of authority in his voice as if he had any say over what happened, only making Kendrick tickle a little faster. “AAhAHSSHHiiITT!! FFuUuCCKKiIInNGGohAOA SSTToHoHOPPMMAhAANN!!” “You want me to stop?” “AhoAHYYyEESS!!” “Too bad” Lamar happily answered back before descending onto the balls of both feet like a sneak attack, hitting the lush targets with quick, clawing fingers and instantly spiking Drake’s laughter. “AAHAHAHANNOOAoHA!! FFUuCCKKiINnGAHAHBBiIITTCCChAhA!!” The megastar couldn’t help but go crazier in the chair, the direct, intentionally brutal tickling nothing like he’d ever experienced. He was used to having his feet pampered, massaged, taken care of; this was more like a punishment, one Kendrick was delivering with undying enthusiasm. 

The harsh scratches across the buttery balls had Drake howling and laughing like a collection of rowdy fireworks in the back of the studio but Kendrick didn’t let up, suddenly raking down the length of both feet at the same time. “WWOoAohAOhAFFuUCCK!” Drake cringed with a forced outburst and his lush toes curled with the rush of stimulation but Kendrick just repeated it again, dragging his nails down the captive feet and watching his nemesis flounder in place, trying to find some way to handle the intense tickling. Another trip down the large pair got Drake bucking around again and Kendrick couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. “My girl’s feet aren’t even this ticklish…this is hilarious” “Fuck you, man! Fucking sicko, asshole!” “I’m gonna need you to change your tune a little bit. I wanna hear you say ‘I ain’t shit’” Kendrick instructed, getting a scoff of a laugh from Drake. “You’re fucking crazy if you think I’m saying that” “Say it” Kendrick reiterated as he grabbed something from the floor, almost like he was being generous by giving him a chance to obey. “I’m breaking out of this fucking chair, I swear to God, man” Drake ignored as he started pulling on the rope holding his arms up some more. “Say it” was all Kendrick said before launching onto the bound feet with two small hairbrushes, surprising Drake like nothing else had thus far. 

“AAAAAAHAHAHFFUUUCCKkKIIISSTThHAAAHATT?!? OHOAHoOAHSSHHIIIITT!!” Drake nearly flung himself out of the chair as he lurched forward and then backward like he was on fire, barely able to tell what was tickling the ever-loving hell out of his feet. Kendrick scrubbed the oval-shaped brushes across the entirety of both soles, not favoring one area for another for a full-scale assault on the rosy stretches of severe sensitivity. The tiny plastic bristles bombarded Drake’s soles like nothing he’d ever encountered and his face showed as much, totally unsure what to make of the uniquely torturous tickling as Kendrick brushed at an angle up and down both juicy bare feet. 

“Say it!” Lamar pressed without slowing down even a little, terrorizing every inch of Drake’s tender feet with the perfect torture tools. “aAAHAHHAHANNOOOHAOHA!! FFuUuCCKKAOhAOAOOOFFFF!! OHOhMMyYYGGOoODDAOhAOHA!!” Drake refused like his ego was withholding the phrase Kendrick wanted admitted but Lamar didn’t abandon his mission of further humiliation, instead dropping the brushes just long enough to grab a few of the small rubber bands he’d brought and held Drake’s big toes in place while he secured them together. “The fuck are you doing with my toes, bro??” Drake asked but got no answer, only deducing what the strange extra bondage was for when Kendrick picked the brushes back up and set his sights on the balls that’d gotten Drake going so much earlier. 

“AAGGhAHAHAOHOHOoHOhNNOOAohAOH!! IiiCCAAhHAANNTTMmOOVVEEmMyYyyYFFEEEETT!!” Drake realized as the minimal wiggling he’d been able to do earlier had been taken away. “That’s right…you sure fucking can’t” Kendrick pointed out with devious joy as he scrubbed the brushes from side to side across the balls and made Drake roar with new levels of desperation flavoring his laughter. “Now say it!” Kendrick demanded like he knew how much unchallenged power he had in that moment annihilating the big, terribly ticklish feet. “AAHOHAohAJJuUSSTTAOHAOHA SSTTOHoHOOPPFFOORR AohAAAAMMIIINNuuUUTTEE!!” Drake tried to convince like he couldn’t resist trying to negotiate at this point but Kendrick wasn’t having it, not even answering him as he focused the brushes on the balls with merciless strokes of the collection of diabolical bristles. 

Sweat glistened across Drake’s inked chest and his arms hopelessly jerked on the rope and straps while his immobile feet took the tickling of their lives. Kendrick swore he could almost see the arrogance and superiority being tickled out of him, with the tickling getting to him like no diss track or public insult had before. His unending laughter commanded every bit of his energy and his beautiful feet were over-stimulated with the relentless brushing but he tried to not give into Kendrick’s demand the best he could, obviously fighting him until he just couldn’t tough it out anymore, no match for the vicious brushes under Lamar’s sinister control. 

“AHOHOHOHOKOHOKK!! AOhAHIIIiAAAiIINnNTT AOHAHSSHHIIITT!!” Drake gave in against his better judgement but his body couldn’t stand it, begging him to surrender. Kendrick smiled with immense satisfaction in bending Drake to his will and the older rapper happily took breaths of relief as his body relaxed from the bizarre frenzy of sensations. “Ok…now let me outta this fucking thing, man” Drake instructed like that was the only direction this could go now. “You get out when I say you get out” Kendrick informed, getting a look of heated disbelief from him. “Are you fucking crazy?? I just did what you wanted! This is fucked up, man!! Undo this shit! We’re done!!” Drake demanded as if he’d done what Kendrick wanted for nothing. 

“What are you gonna do about it, big guy? You can’t do shit right now” Kendrick pointed out as an electric whirring sound made itself known, the mysterious noise enough to end Drake’s raving and jerking until the electric toothbrush landed on his neck. “AGgSShhHAOhFFuUCcKKAohA!!” erupted out of Drake with a gargly stream of laughter as he tried to block the toothbrush with his head but Kendrick perfectly buzzed the end around to torment him but it was only seconds later when his other hand plunged into the right armpit. “AAhAoHAAOHSShHiITTTNnoOAOhAOHA!!” The room’s walls vibrated with another surge of hysteric, reluctant laughter as another one of Drake’s worst spots was exploited again. 

Kendrick’s hand pawed away into the caramel cavern like he was digging around in sand while the toothbrush teased his neck until waves of goosebumps plagued his helpless body. “What a fucking pussy, man” Kendrick taunted to humiliate Drake even more as he refused to let the industry titan relax. “AAohAohMMoOoTTHHERRFfuUCcCCkkEERRAhA!! JJUuSSTtSSTTOhOHPP!! CChOOHOMmEEOONN!!” Drake fired back like he’d realized his only way out would indeed be when Kendrick allowed it; he couldn’t escape the bondage chair on his own. The toothbrush suddenly dipped down to his chest, pulsating on his nipples one at a time until they were rock hard and Drake’s laughter was sputtering with sharp outbursts. 

The hand in his armpit jumped to the opposite one and really drilled in this time, instantly sending Drake roaring even louder. “AANNOOAohAOHA!!! OhoHoHMMyYgGGOOHoDDBBRROhOHO!!” Aubrey raged in the chair and every bit of his 6 ft. 1 inches shook like he didn’t know what to do with himself, with no way to combat the insane tickling hitting every button it could on him. But things only got worse when the toothbrush landed in his bellybutton, making his face light up with another flash of disbelief as the buzzing bristles and battery-powered sensations filled his entire navel. “AAAAHAhAHAHNNNOooAOhAOHAOH!!” was all Drake could think to say like he couldn’t wrap his head around such an evil choice. “I thought you’d like that” Kendrick laughed as he switched his hand to wiggling into the armpit and the ribs at the same time, only adding to Drake’s exhausted laughter. 

The toothbrush in his bellybutton fit in there so perfectly that Kendrick didn’t even have to move it around, like a stationary tornado wreaking constant havoc with the endless vibrations and buzzing bristles while Lamar’s other hand decided to move back to the other armpit, narrowly avoiding Drake trying to bite his arm to end the horrendous tickling. “I’ll bite you back now…I wouldn’t do that if I were you” Kendrick warned as he dominated the deliciously ticklish, very sweaty armpit and even started twisting the brush in his bellybutton to turn the heat up even more until shrieks and squeals of defeat began breaking through his heavy laughter. 

Kendrick knew he’d beaten him. Hell, he’d beaten him the moment Drake had agreed to this whole thing just to save his career and image but Lamar wanted more. He wanted to make him regret every diss or comment he’d ever made about him since their feud had started. He wanted to break him. The hand in Drake’s pit finally left once it was a glowing pink color instead of tan and he turned the toothbrush off, giving Drake the idea that things were finally over. Drake’s head fell back as he caught his breath and his chest rose and fell like he’d been running for miles as Kendrick pulled out a rag and wiped off some of the sweat around Drake’s stomach. 

“What are you doing??” “Whatever I want” Lamar answered before ripping off a piece of duct tape and placing a round piece of buzzing plastic in Drake’s bellybutton. “OhoEhhEY! HHEEyyTTHHeEEHHEELL iISshTThAHAT?!” Drake tried to make sense of as the tape was placed over his now dry belly to secure the toy in place and Kendrick walked back down to his feet, giving Drake a new reason to panic. “NNOOAoHA!! CCOOHOmMEEOOONN! DDOoNNTmMEESS WWiIiTtHH MMYyFFEEETT!!” he protested as the toy terrorized his navel but Kenrick picked both hairbrushes back up and Drake only got a moment to glance them before the army of plastic teeth were sawing across his satin soles once again. 

“AAAHAOhAOHANNOO!! NNOoAOHAOHAOHAA!!!” Drake lost it harder than the first time, as if he’d become more ticklish since his feet had last felt the brushes and Kendrick watched with pride as his enemy went nuts in the chair, floundering and throwing himself around as much as he could with tortured laughter. He could barely hear the sound of the bristles brushing away all over the smooth soles as Drake’s chaotic, thunderous laughter filled the room more than before. The bit of sweat now on the bottoms of his feet even helped make the brushes move faster and cut down on the friction, helping to really level Drake with each back and forth while the bellybutton toy worked like a steady accomplice to the madness.

“HoahOAHMMYyYgGOoODD AOHAOHAHSSTTohHOOPP!! JJJUuSSSTtSSTToOHHOPP!!” “Beg me to stop” “AhOHOHAOHAPPPLLLEEAASSEE!! AohAOHAPPPLLEEASSEKKEEnNDRRiICCkK SSTTOHHOOPP!!” “Stop what?” “SSTTOhHoHPPPTTiIICCKKLLIINnGGmMEE!!” “Again” “AOHFFuUucCKAOhAH PLLLEEASEEE!! SSTTohOHOPP TTiIiCCkKLLLIInNnGGMMEEAHEE!!” Drake begged for the first time in his life as the hairbrushes destroyed his handsome feet at the end of the plastic wrap prison and the bellybutton tickling helped bring tears to his eyes all while Kendrick smiled with pride; he’d finally won. 

Nearly a month later, Drake was in one of his cars listening to the radio when the host announced a new song they were premiering on the station, getting Drake’s attention like it always did. “Alright, everybody this is an exclusive to KJW19; we’ve got Kendrick Lamar’s newest song for our listeners. It’s called ‘You Ain’t Shit’!” the host announced and Drake started to turn it off, hating the idea of listening to any more Kendrick music when the song started and froze his hand in place. It was him, his voice. Before Lamar ever started on the song, the intro was laughter, his laughter, “PPLLLEEaASSEE!! SSSTtoHOHOOP TTiIiCCkKLLIiNnGGmMMEEE!! IIIAAIIInNnTT SSHhIIiITT!!” The light turned green and Drake didn’t even press the gas, too overwhelmed with horrified shock at what he was hearing as his own ticklish laughter and begging filled the airwaves of L.A.’s most popular hip-hop station.