It all started on a crisp morning in Yumil's house. He was getting all washed up (being wary not to get water on the Book of Prophecy, cuz that really pissed off Rempo last time) when who should pop out of the Book but his little fire-spirit friend, Rempo.

"Hey! Hurry up!" Rempo said, waving around his shackled arms. "We got a lot to do today, so let's get moving, bro!"

That was when all hell broke loose.

"Hold it right there!"

Ur popped out of the Book next. "Did you just call Yumil 'bro'?"

Rempo snuffed. "Hell ya I did!"

Ur gritted his teeth. "Impossible! Yumil is my bro!"

Rempo's mouth went into an almost comical O-shape. "Whaaaaaaaaat? No way! Yumil is my bro!"

So then the two spirits began to battle in the most intense way possible, which just consisted of a two-way arm wrestle of sorts.

"I was the one who found him first! We have a history of broness!" Rempo shouted.

"Oh yeah? Well who did Yumil come find first when Kullervo blew us away? Hm, was it Rempo? No! It was me, because we're bros!" Ur retaliated.

Yumil sighed as he watched the two fight. How could this get any worse?

Knowing how unlucky Yumil was, it always got worse.

So, right after Yumil asked himself how it could possibly get worse, Rex burst through the door. "Did I just hear someone claim that Yumil is their bro?"

Rempo snickered at the blue-haired boy. "Hell ya! He's my bro, punk!"

"Shut up, you buffoon! He's my bro!" Ur snapped.

Rex glared at the two spirits. "Nuh-uh! Yumil is my bro! We've known each other since we were babies!"

Yumil wanted to say that they had only first met not even a year ago, but being the mute little bastard he was, he couldn't.

The wall was blown to smithereens, and who should come through the wall but the hunky hotshot Heath. He whipped a pair of uber-epic sunglasses sunglasses off of his face. "Oh yeah, I am so hot."

Rempo stomped repeatedly on the ground until the floorboards caved in, and even then he kept stomping because he just didn't notice. "God damnit, what the hell is that gorgeous muscle man doing here?"

Heath whipped his hair back and forth a few times before saying, "With my supersonic hearing, I heard that people were claiming to be Yumil's bro. I just came to say that that is not true, because I am Yumil's bro."

Prince Valdo clambered over the rubble that Heath left behind. "Now now, Heath-bar, just calm down," he said. "After all, we all know that Yumil is my bro."

The ceiling caved in when from the sky fell an angel of holy proportions, also known as Anwar. He just stayed silent, and everyone stared at him. Anwar then went over to Yumil and, like the awkward duck he was, put his arm around Yumil's waist and said, "My bro."

While everyone was trying to process what Anwar was getting at (especially Yumil), the door fell on the ground. But it was not because somebody kicked it down. No, it was just because it was depressed by the sudden presence of a certain someone.

Duran now stood in the doorway. "Yumil is my bro!"

Everybody turned around and said in complete clichéd unison, "Nobody likes you, Duran."

And so Duran sat in the corner and cried his depressing little eyes out, praying that one day he may be loved.

But God didn't listen.

Meanwhile, with the people who actually mattered, all the people there (except Yumil) started a huge mosh pit. Any part of Yumil's house that had not been destroyed now was with the oncoming tornado of fire, lightning, projectiles, sword slashes, bigger sword slashes, and FISTS.

Yumil walked outside of the house and watched his house being torn apart. Neaki popped out of the Book of Prophecy and just stared at Yumil. Yumil looked at Neaki, and then held out his fist. Neaki responded by fist pumping him.

Yup. Yumil had decided a while ago that Neaki was his real bro.