It was a beautiful day on Gundalia. The Bakugan were at war with each other, stepping on puppies and killing everything in their paths. Phantom Dharak was raging and burning houses with his lasers. Everyone completely ignored this and went on with their days as normal, and everyone seemed happy about it.

Except for Airzel.

Airzel was generally grumpy and unhappy, and today was just getting worse by the minute. He had just found out that he had to go to Neathia to fight some stupid humans that were trying to be big dumbass heroes. Hooray! His favorite thing to do! Actually, that's not true... he prefers kicking puppies.

As he sat at home, reading the letter he had received, he began to wonder why in the heck Barodius would choose him. He didn't want to play this stupid children's card game for a living! He had better things to do! Unfortunately, he was rudely interrupted by an annoyingly high-pitched voice.

"Airzel, if you're going on an adventure, can I go too?"

Airzel glared back over his shoulder at Stoica, who was sticking his head around the corner from the other room. Stoica was his… well, he didn't like the term "boyfriend", but that's what you would call it. Stoica used to be a male prostitute who had worked on the streets before Airzel had picked him up one drunken night. Ever since then, Stoica had been convinced that Airzel and he were "meant to be" or something like that… and he refused to leave the house.

"Bitch, get back in the kitchen."

"But I wanna go on an adventure!" whined Stoica. God, he was annoying.

"No."

"But I WANNA! You never let me do ANYTHING!"

"I said no. Now get back in the kitchen."

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?"

Airzel was fed up with his bitch's whining, and let out a long sigh.

"Fine, you can come with me… as long as you don't ask for sex every night. Oh, and if you make a mess, you'll have to clean it up… and then some."

Stoica let out a loud squeak and instantly glomped onto Airzel. "!" he squealed.

"That's nice. Now I'll never be able to hear again. And for God's sake, let go of me!"

Stoica un-glomped himself from Airzel and skipped gaily back into the kitchen. Airzel let out another long, deep sigh.

"I'm going to shoot myself."