A tired Manitoba shut the door behind him. He was unaware of how late in the day it was, but that didn't stop him from acting as though he had a great night's sleep. The explorer shifted his eyes from one side of the house to the other, trying to find someone to talk to. At last, he stumbled upon an argument involving the idiot and the one that was too smart for his own good. He narrowed his eyes and listened in without them knowing.

"I'm not gay!"

"Ya ain't hot!"

"Yes I am!"

Manitoba noticed that Mal was on top of Vito and trying to hit him. It was entertaining to watch, knowing that Mal was the least athletic in the body. It made him wonder why that happened. But wasn't he supposed to be the spawn of Svetlana…? "Knock it off, lova' boys."

Mal growled. "What did you say?" He looked up at the Australian and gave him a look to stun him. "I ought to kill-"

Vito grabbed his waist and held him down. "Ya oughta shut up!"

What didn't matter was the advantage of strength that Vito had over him, but the fact he chose to fight was something. Mal dug his nails into the Jersey Boy and drew blood. "You will pay! I swear on Mike's life, you'll regret saying that!" He bit Vito's arm, and it caused the not-so-bright personality to let go. Mal then leaped over the couch and on the explorer. "Revenge starts now," he snarled.

"Svetlana dares you."

"M-Mother." He looked up and pouted before rolling off of Manitoba.

"Da." Svetlana frowned. "Svetlana can do noth-zing with Mal. Svetlana shall train you like ze puppies."

"But, moth-"

"SHUSH."

"Yes, mother."

Vito cackled. "Mal's is a mama's boy? Dat's rich!" He fell off of the couch and wiped a tear from his eye as he enjoyed the sight of that.

Mal blushed from embarrassment. "I'm not a mother's boy. I…" He groaned loudly and stormed off to go into his room.

Manitoba flinched as he heard the door slam. "He's a nasty bugga', eh?"

Svetlana stood over him and continued to frown at him.

"What's wrong, Sheila?"

"Svetlana is throwing Manitoba out of ze room. Svetlana is hating you now, da?"

Manitoba sat up and adjusted his hat. "Whateva' I've done, 'M sorry."

"Apologizing is not accepted, da?" Svetlana turned away from the explorer and exhaled as a tear fell out of her eye. A couple more followed. "Svetlana is hating you!" She walked away and began sobbing.

"What'd I do…?"

"Ta'day is her birthday, an' ya went behind 'er back an' went explorin'." Vito sighed. "'Toba, ya stupid. Ya know she loves ya, right?"

"She does? Did she tell ya?"

"Twinkle Toes looks at ya, like how Anne Maria looks at me."

Manitoba chuckled at the statement. How could someone who has no clue make some assumption that was probably lust? That didn't match up. Svetlana was the type to ignore him, and when she talked to him, she sounded too confident to like him. The whole "hooking up" sort of deal was because they were the same age. She wasn't quite the type to do things with Vito; after all, when that happened, she cried to Manitoba about the issue. Before they knew it, they slept together. Mal was a baby back then, and a quiet one at that. There were no feelings attached. "Ya nuts."

Vito shrugged. "Fine."

Manitoba stood up. "Ya jus' gonna agree?"

"Yep." Vito turned on a game console and grabbed a controller.

"Alright, then. Off I go," he proclaimed, then he exited the room.

Vito shook his head and muttered something under his breath, then began playing the game.