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It was a quiet morning. Not a single disturbing sound could be heard, apart from the birds chirping. Those bastards!
It was a good morning in the B7 apartment as well, where Mark was fully enjoying a cup of coffee and his favorite videogame when-
"Mark, why are my underwear blue?" A very furious Wilford Warfstache enters unexpectedly waving the blue underwear around, startling the poor Mark.
Mark takes a moment to look at the blue underwear, only to turn back to his video game. "I don't know, probably Felix mixed them with his own laundry again.
Wilford purses his lips, clearly not liking the answer. "What do you mean 'mixed' it?" He says squirting his eyes. 'Oh, here we go again.' Mark thinks exhausted.
"I. AM. A. MEDIA. MAN! TO. BE. A. SUCCESSFUL. MEDIA. MAN. I. NEED. INSPIRATION." Wilford shouts out, unaware of a very annoyed Mark lip syncing him.
"AND. BLUE. DOES NOT. INSPIPE. ME. ONE. BIT!!!" He huffs out, making a very dramatically turn.
"Don't slam-" But Wilford slams the door, adding more pointless drama to the situation, causing Mark to sigh.
"What was that all about?" Now Mark turns to look at Jack, who looks like he was just awaken. His hair is slightly shuffled, but Mark doesn't want another hysterical reaction.
"Wilford. Felix mixed his laundry again." He responded, unconsciously running his hand through his hair.
"Isn't it the day he had that job interview?"
"Yeah. I can swear, Wilford is the only guy in this world that gets inspired by his underwear." That causes Jack to laugh.
But his laughter is disturbed by another person who enters the room.
"Your hair is ruined, green bean!" Now Mark just shuts the game down, sure of the fact that he wasn't going to get any peace today.
Jack gasps immediately, his hands reaching his hair. "No, it's not!" Now he's already trying to fix it with his fingers while pacing the room.
"Yes, it totally is. SEAN!" Darkiplier says snarling and Jack loses it.
"I told you not to call me that!" Jack says huffing, ready to throw himself at Dark's throat.
"That's your real name green bean! You're not a superhero, therefore it's pointless to have a, what's it you call it? Ah, yeah, an 'art name'." Dark rolls his eyes heading for the fridge.
"You know what, Dorkiplier? I'll deal with your shit later! Right now I need the bathroom."
"I wouldn't if I were you!" Dark says in a singing voice, rummaging to find his most beloved ice-cream.
"Why?" Jack asks confused.
"One of Felix's experimentations is still in there. And let me tell you, it's not pretty." Responds Dark shoving yet another spoon of ice-cream down his throat, happily humming to himself. Jack sits on the couch looking as if he might cry and at this point Mark is totally helpless.
Where on earth did he meet these weirdoes?