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Truthfully, this was out of boredom. Don't expect greatness. Raimundo is suffering from the same thing as me.

Ugh, boredom. What are you going to do about it?

Rai got up and started toward Clay's room. Hearing a banjo and a few warbling notes drifting out from it, he slowly backed up.

'Home

On the range!

Where the buffaloes…'

Rai had to run around the corner before the sound was completely blocked from his hearing range. Rai shook his head.

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Sighing, he took off to check the sheng gong wu. He'd already done that before breakfast, but he was so desperate for something to do that he was doing it again.

Yeah, state the obvious he told himself. He was entering the dim stairwell when he crashed into an egg-headed figure.

'OMI!'

The little monk looked down at his feet, where he'd dropped the items.

'Ehh, hi Raimundo. Why are you here? I was, uh,' he looked around nervously, 'checking on the sheng gong wu!' Rai only had to arch his eyebrow before Omi was confessing. 'Looks like you've caught me with hands that are blue!'

Rai slapped his forehead in frustration.

'Yes, Omi, I've caught you red-handed,' he said, shaking his head. At this point, Omi had gotten down on his knees and was begging for mercy in the narrow stairwell.

'Please Raimundo, don't tell Master Fung! I'll do anything!'

Raimundo stroked his chin in a cliché villain way.

'Anything?' he asked.

'Anything!' Omi pleaded. Rai replied by grinning.

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'Ooooh, that's nice!' Dojo shivered in anticipation.

'I cannot believe this!' Omi yelled. He was polishing Dojo's scales.

'Well, Omi, you owed me a favour, and I owed Dojo one, so, here we are!' Rai retorted. He watched them for a few minutes, until boredom began to creep back to him.

'Well, ta ta boys. You look like you're having fun. I'll go search elsewhere.' He walked off but as he turned and looked back, he saw Omi scowl.

'You will give me money for this!' he yelled.

Whistling, Rai smirked and walked back inside.

Time to annoy Kimiko, he sighed. He wasn't going to be surprised if he came out on fire.

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'RAI!!! GIVE IT TO ME!' yelled Kimiko. Rai was holding a book out of her reach, just above her head.

'And Omi is so cute – not in the way of course…' Rai read from the book, in a high-pitched, fake, girly voice. Kimiko was snarling. 'And Clay can be adorable when he's not tangling up his metaphors…' he continued. Kimiko's fingertips began to look red hot, but a smiling Raimundo coolly blew the fire out.

'And Rai!' At the mention of his name, his eyebrows raised. He dropped the act for a second. 'This should be interesting.' Kimiko's eyes became circles. 'That arrogant, conceited, retarded…' Rai's eyebrows went higher up at every insult. Kimiko struggled in his grip until she was facing him. '…spoilt JERK is actually kinda…' Rai's eyes widened at the next word.

Their heads were close, almost touching. They just needed to close the gap…

'HOMEEEEEEEEEEE ON THE RANGEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!' Their foreheads were banged together as Kimiko's curtain door opened to a very confused Omi and Clay.

'What is going on here?' Omi asked…