'You came back!' Edd seemed happy and surprised, although he had been aware about his friend's return for a week before. Perhaps, he had doubted his loyalty. As Tord stepped into the room, Tom turned away slightly, annoyed by the appearance of his rival. Tord looked around the house he stood in, taking it in.

'You've changed things since I've left...it definitely looks better this way.' He set his eyes on the stairs, and paced toward them. As he walked downwards, Matt said:

'Not even a hello? You'd think he'd be happy to see us again.'

'I bet he didn't want to when he saw me.' Tom narrowed his holes. 'Speaking of which, you didn't happen to tell him to try to get along with me, did you?'

Edd facepalmed. He knew he'd forgotten something.

'I'll talk to him later, okay?'

Tom nodded, but still gave a look of hostility to the figure downstairs.

(This part here is following Tord at the moment. We'll see what the others are doing upstairs later)

Flicking on the light, Tord gazed around the spare room, also known as the basement. His room had been destroyed when the others were attempting to add an extra floor, because they'd needed more wood to build with. He noticed something strange in the corner, it was white but he couldn't make out what it was. He moved closer to it, and then jumped back in surprise:
It was a skeleton.

Now, you would think there would be better places for a skeleton to be. Since, everyone knows that in every lame horror movie that involves skeletons and basements, the two are combined. But, this isn't a horror movie; you just can't do that to Eddsworld. (Zombie Attack/Nation aren't scary, therefore aren't horror movies.) But this wasn't any ordinary skeleton. The head shape was long and squarer than a normal head- It belonged to Matt. That was a problem, since Matt was downstairs. Tord knew he was downstairs since he could hear him complaining. He had heard something about Matt keeping a clone for strange purposes, so he guessed this was just Matt's doppelganger's dead body. Trust Matt to not look after things.

Tord dropped his bags next to the bed and lay down. 'Finally, I'm free from the fans...'

(Let's go and see what everyone else is doing at the moment, shall we?)

Tom had gone to use the computer to fix up the editing of his videos, so Matt and Edd had decided to watch TV for a while. The antenna had fallen off the house when Matt had knocked the roof while un-tidying the cleanness the ghost that had possessed him had made, so they resorted to DVDs. Edd had episodes of Red Dwarf X he hadn't watched yet, and Matt had episodes of Doctor Who he watched twice every week, and neither could agree on which one. When Matt decided to complain his way to victory, Edd threw an empty cola can at his friend's face and put Red Dwarf in. He sat down to watch it, and realised that he had the whole couch to himself since Matt had disappeared into the bathroom to make sure his 'beauty' wasn't ruined. He cried out: "Help! I think my face has a scratch on it!"

Of course, no-one cared and so he was ignored.

After a two-hour marathon of Red Dwarf, Edd was feeling happy and relaxed. He put his green hoodie on again to cover up his SMEG HEAD shirt and walked upstairs to check on Tord. It wasn't easy to tell what Tord needed because he spent most of his time tangled in his thoughts instead of words coming out of his mouth. Edd looked in to see his friend on his laptop. He was checking his e-mail.

'Have you added everyone to your spam list yet?'

Tord facepalmed heavily. 'Why the hell didn't I think of that?'

'Yeah, it'll probably help,' Edd replied. He decided he'd come back in half an hour when his friend was nearly finished doing so. He guessed those would probably be the last words he heard him say for the day. Walking up the stairs and stopping at a halt, he saw that Matt was trying to pry Tom away from the computer, yelling "GET OFF IT, TOM! I NEED TO USE IT TO SEARCH FOR A PLASTIC SURGERY CLINIC!"

Tom stared at him, puzzled.

"Why would you need one of those? You're obsessed with 'how wonderful you look'."

"I have a cut on my face...I can't go anywhere in case someone sees it! That's why!" Matt cried.

This resulted in everyone listening to Matt's pathetic wails sighing. Sometimes Edd wondered why he even let Matt stay in the house. He was useless at the best of times.

After Matt had finally given up on plastic surgery, he had decided to remain locked in his room for a week. Or, rather, Tord's room, because he'd been moved there instead. His stuff that was clogging up his older room was shifted to the attic where the rest of his junk and his bed had been, so Tord had a new room that was actually a room. Matt had come up with something else: Skin-coloured band-aids. Or more, band-aids coloured in with skin-coloured pencils. It was a surprisingly accurate colour. When Edd saw them, he supposed Matt had stayed in his room for a week because he needed to order the pencils to colour with. He undid the lock on his door and walked out. The sunlight shining into the hallway nearly burnt his eyes, because he'd kept himself in a dark room with no windows to see out or in with for so long. It didn't seem like anyone was glad to see him; when he stepped into the kitchen, Edd continued talking, Tom groaned and Tord didn't even notice. Even when he yelled "Hey guys! I'm fixed!" Tom and Tord continued doing what they were doing before. Edd gave him a half-hearted "Oh, hey Matt..." and then got distracted by whatever was on Tord's laptop. It was making weird noises, and Edd mustn't have thought much of it, since he turned to his friend with a stare that said 'Really?'.

Matt would have to improve his noticeable-ness if he was going to get anyone's attention today. He walked out of the room with his back turned, and then heard whispering and a CRASH. The laptop had broken in two, and Tom looked angry.

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Sorry for not updating in so long! I kind of just forgot about it... I'll try to get some more of it up sooner than last time.