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KND Moon Base: Cafeteria

"I don't know what's with the food here…" the kid with the propeller weapons, Numbuh UH-60 said as he inspected his lunch tray. "…I just don't find it inviting."

"You're more paranoid than Corey, William." Numbuh 2030, the leader of the Prospectors remarked as he took a seat beside Numbuh UH-60.

"Hey…in my defense I don't sleep with my eyes open." Numbuh UH-60 said as he stabbed his meatloaf with a fork. "I'm serious, he sees the psychiatrist more times than any other operative."

"In his defense" Numbuh 832, the one handed operative, pointed his fork at Numbuh UH-60. "He didn't have friends prior to us, Mr. Watchmaker."

"I tinker with watches, so?" Numbuh UH-60 said before taking a bite out of his meatloaf. "I'm good at making clocks, nothing to be ashamed of."

"Sorry William, but that's like saying a demonic ape likes wearing pink dresses." Numbuh 72, the operative with the modified S.C.C.A.M.P, said as he polished his 2x4 weapon.

"Sorry Roady, but aren't you supposed to be a one dimensional gun nut?" Numbuh UH-60 asked sarcastically as he tore up his meatloaf.

"There's more to me than just my fascination with weapons." Numbuh 72 said as he inspected his weapon. "I do enjoy reading."

"Tell it to them." Numbuh UH-60 motioned to the other operatives in the cafeteria. "Face it guys, we're disliked for being us. To them we're just freaks, freaks that need to be put down like a mad cow disease ridded wild animal."

"Don't tell me they're getting to you again." Numbuh 2030 said as he took a sip out of his soda. "What is it this time? Writing bad things about us in the stalls? Threatening messages again? Or was it the broken clocks?"

Numbuh UH-60 remained silent. "Look guys" Numbuh 832 began. "Just don't let their mind games get to you and we'll be fine."

Across the cafeteria, several operatives sat watching the Prospectors. "How did they even pass the final test in Arctic?" asked an operative with black and red hair.

"They don't belong here, right Numbuh 73?" a female operative asked, looking up the operative with black and red hair.

"Of course they don't belong. They don't talk like us, they don't act like us, and two of them are Siamese twins for god's sake." Numbuh 73, the kid with black and red hair, said shaking his head. "What have they done to earn their keep anyways? They tried framing Numbuh 802 for two of their stupid teammate's deaths. They go on like five missions a month. And let's face it; they just can't fit in with us."

"You're right Ian." said an operative with hockey pads. "Did they even help out during Grandfather's return?"

"Yeah, while we stayed up here and valiantly defended the Moon Base with our lives, what did they do?" the female operative asked aloud.

"They probably hid under a rock and waited for Numbuh 1 to save the day." Numbuh 73, Ian, snickered.

"So what should we do about them? We're already talking bad about them, we're already breaking their stuff, what else could we do?" asked the operative with hockey pads. "I don't even think Numbuh 362 would kick them out or anything, something about a Science Fair."

"Simple" Ian began. "We pick on them. We pick on them, smash their things and drive them out of the KND." The operatives smirked. Ian turned his head, noticing the conjoined twins, Numbuhs 1/2 and 2/4, in line getting their lunch. "I know just where to start."

"What do we do?" the girl asked eagerly.

"We start by chipping at their weak links." Ian smirked as he, the girl, and the hockey pad wearing operatives stood up from their table and moved closer to the register of the cafeteria.

"That'll be two dollars guys." Numbuh Change for a 20 said as he rang up the twins. The twin's fished through their pockets, producing a dollar each. "Thank you."

The twins began to head to their teammates table in the corner of the cafeteria, a tray of food in each of their hands. Ian kneeled down behind a table where the Decommissioning Squad was eating. The operatives eyed Ian curiously before realizing his intentions and turning away. Ian pulled out a C.O.R.D.E.R and aimed straight forward. Ian pulled the trigger, shooting a cord forward, passing through the legs of various operatives discreetly.

Before the conjoined twins knew it, they tripped over the cord and fell to the ground painfully. Operatives looked on pointing and laughing. The twins, Rack and Ruin, looked up, their eyes watering.

The Prospectors jumped out of their seats and rushed to their teammate's sides. Numbuh 2030 and Numbuh 832 pulled them up as Numbuh UH-60 inspected the cord the twins had tripped over. Numbuh UH-60 followed the cord, finding Numbuh 73 smiling wickedly. "Looks like a failed three-legged race to me. I recommend separation."

Numbuh 2030 and 832 helped move Rack and Ruin out of the cafeteria, followed by Numbuh 72 who had a tray of food in hand. Numbuh UH-60 glared at Numbuh 73. Numbuh UH-60 spun around and left, following his team.

KND Moon Base: Prospector Room

Rack and Ruin sat on their bed as Numbuh 72 handed them a tray of food. "It isn't much, but it was what I was able to save for you two." Numbuh 72 smiled as he handed two forks to the brothers.

"Thanks Roady." Rack and Ruin said simultaneously, taking the forks and beginning to eat their meal.

"He said I recommend separation." Numbuh UH-60 repeated Numbuh 73's words.

"That sick jerk." Numbuh 2030 shook his head in disgust. "Tripping them and embarrassing them is far enough, but just joking about separating Rack and Ruin is just sick. For god's sake they both share a blasted heart! If they get separated…I don't even want to think about it."

"So what do we do then?" Numbuh 832 asked as he placed the remainder of his right arm in a modified harpoon launcher.

"We go to Numbuh 362, its one thing to call us names but when they do something like this…it's just personal." Numbuh 2030 said coldly as he began to head to the door. "Josh, William, you guys go check up with Corey, he should still be in his session. I'll inform Numbuh 362 of what happened in the cafeteria."

"What about me?" Numbuh 72 asked.

"Stay here with Rack and Ruin." Numbuh 2030 said before exiting the room, followed behind by Numbuh 832 and UH-60.