"Honestly I'm not even surprised by now." P.K.O peered curiously over the ledge as he strolled around it.

"About what?" T.K.O wondered aloud.

"That you guys even ended up in this mess."

K.O was the one who scoffed this time, "it was all because of a dingo who wanted a drink at midnight."

"Presumably, of course."

The newest recruit who was currently entrusted with the role of the pilot let out a polite little laugh that was mocking at the same time, "I thought T.K.O wasn't the type for midnight thirst."

"He's a mouth breather."

"Does that weigh into my overall worth as an human being?"

"If we were to sell you, you would cost about... 100,000$ yuan."

T.K.O made a face, assuming that he was confused, K.O explained that it was the currency in China. Turns out he was just offended and that didn't help.

"I'm taking your headband."

"Today's on pathetic attempts to silence The K.O-"

"The valiant T.K.O makes an brave effort, risking his own life to rid the mind of the great beast. Alas, it is still useless. We expect K.O to terrorize the mind again in a hour."

In fact, T.K.O's attempt did work. K.O was so disgruntled by the loose feeling in his scalp that he forgot to be bored.

At that moment, P.K.O was witnessing a rather cult-y ritual that involved sacrifices and young girls. He decided to skip this town.

"At least we're free from mommy's kisses." T.K.O lazed around on the couch, watching the K.O-vision intently.

"Yeah, cool." K.O mumbled halfheartedly.

"K.O, it's your turn out here."

"Make me come out."

P.K.O let out a disappointed sigh, "I'll give you three seconds young man, otherwise I'll be scarring this body."

"Again, make me."

"I knew T.K.O was a bad influence on you!" P.K.O gasped.

Said T.K.O didn't want to be dragged into this, "leave me out of this!"

"...It's been three seconds already." P.K.O ignored him.

"Do it." K.O challenged the K.O-vision with deadened eyes.

And he did it, by proceeding to saunter towards a tree, snap a branch off, and wink at the branch. The blood was, well, plentiful.

T.K.O jumped, "HOLY CRAPSHOOT, YOU JUST DID THAT."

"Language, T.K.O, language!"

P.K.O was sitting down on the forest floor, regretting all his life decisions. K.O and T.K.O were freaking out. All of them were questioning why P.K.O even exists.

To be more exact, the "O.G." Alter was screaming vulgar words into the sofa, the actual original was sobbing, screaming, and yelling at T.K.O to stop all at the same time. The newest recruit was just, out there, shouldering K.O's punishment. No one cared about him.

"That was stupid."

"You say,"

"I say,"

"No one cares." T.K.O grumbled.

K.O and him were now sitting numbly in the mindscape. They recovered quickly after their throats dried out from the screaming session. P.K.O was still idly waiting for the bleeding to stop, holding their headband against their eye.

The first possessor of this body whimpered, "my poor headband!"

The first alter patted his back comfortingly and gave him back his headband (albeit reluctantly).

"Let's go fishing."