This is pure crack.
Chase Young likes to think of himself as well learned. Between the immortality, the shen gon wu and the time spent with the Xiaolin monks very few things surprised him. If someone had ran up to him and screamed that flying mudskippers were in an alliance with ducks to take over the world he would have merely raised an eyebrow before going to destroy his rivals for domination.
But then again he had never lived with Jack Spicer before.
So when the dragon turned human had heard Jack's girly shriek he had anticipated nothing that could possibly ruffle his scales. Curiosity had killed the dragon who could summon up the cats, so he had peeked around the door to Spicer's lab to see what had broken down this time.
The giggles coming from the lab only amplifying his interest, Chase glanced around the door (glanced because he was a dragon and he did not under any circumstances peek) and his eyes widened comically.
It was the strangest sight Chase had ever seen in all his years of life. Standing in the ruin of various robots and computer innards was Jack Spicer or, more precisely, three Jack Spicers. They were all giggling quietly, the central Jack blushing and smiling at the one in front of him while leaning into the one behind. The Jack in front grinned evilly and snaked his hands under the central Jack's black coat and Frankenstein T-shirt, making the middle Jack squirm.
"No! You're doing it wrong, I said help me not..." Middle Jack broke down into giggles, unable to stop himself. "...we're supposed to-supposed to..."
The Jack behind him pressed up against his back, nuzzling into the middle Jack's flame red hair. The front-Jack had changed from tickling to petting, the grin still evil.
"J3! make J2 stop!" Middle Jack whined. So they were robots...how had Jack managed to make such perfect copies of himself? "We're supposed to be fighting the Xiaolin losers!"
The Jack behind (or J3, Chase guessed) copied J2's evil grin and reached down to give Jack's butt a squeeze. Jack let out a yelp, glaring over his shoulder. J2 let out another giggle before pulling Jack down into a kiss.
Chase desperately tried to stem his nosebleed with a sleave, eyes locked onto the sight before him. How in the world...
Jack pulled away from the kiss with a dazed look on his face. He then broke into an adorable pout. "You're both silly. I didn't make you to be silly." The pout was ruined by the slight smile that kept breaking through. "Thanks for cheering me up though."
Chase Young wandered away, blood pouring from his nose at this point. He decided two things, one that yes, some things in the world could still surprise him and two, he needed to get himself a jackbot.
AN: This is why Jack never wins a fight-his robots are busy MOLESTING him!