After their loss to Frost and Thunder, everything went black. When he next awoke, he looked around. He seemed to be in a technical landscape. Almost like the inside of his computer. He looked around confused, then tried to move his hand. But it felt different. He pulled his hand up in front of his face, but it wasn't a hand. It was a wheel.

He immediately jumped up.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Eh…? Sy?!"

Hassleberry opened his eyes to see that his body wasn't even his body. He looked down at his arms. Not human arms, but smaller t-rex ones? He began walking backwards, not realizing Syrus was behind him, doing the same. When their backs touched, they ran forward and behind parallel walls. Then, they peeked out.

"Hassleberry, is that you…?"

"Syrus?"

He poked his head out to look study his friend more. Then, he took a deep breath in and started laughing hysterically.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU LOOK RIDICULOUS!"

"HEY! YOU DON'T LOOK MUCH BETTER!"

"HEY!"

Syrus glanced around, and a sudden pit got into his stomach.

"Where are we?"

Hassleberry started to pay attention to his surroundings as well.

"I'd say we're inside a computer."

"How are we gonna get out?"

"I dunno. Let's try to find a way."

After about an hour or so, Syrus was getting antsy.

"Unbelievable," he groaned. Not only was he stuck as a car now, but Hassleberry was the only person in this foreign place with him. If he was given the choice, he'd rather have been alone.

"Hey," he objected. "It's not like I'm enjoyin' this either!"

"Oh really? I thought you always wanted to be a dinosaur!"

"Yeah but not like this!"

He frowned, turning his back to his supposed "friend."

"You know, it's your fault we're in this mess!"

"MY fault? I was the one doin' most of the work, soldier!"

"Were not!"

"Was too!"

"Oh yeah? Then how did we get in this mess?"

"Cause' of your useless strategy! With my deck, I could've taken both of em' on at once, and I'd be able to win!"

"Pfft! No you wouldn't! If you couldn't beat them in a tag duel, what makes you think you could beat them 1 on 2?"

"Cause' I wouldn't have your cards weighin' me down!"

Syrus scoffed under his breath and began to search the hallways for any kind of exit.

"I don't know why you're saying that when I beat you just a couple weeks ago!"

"Hey! Don't forget YOU lost to ME when we first met!"

As he began to go off his own way, Hassleberry pondered for a moment.

"You know, I've been thinkin'-"

"Wow. That's unlike you."

He gritted his teeth and unwillingly continued.

"MAYBE if we weren't so busy fightin' each other, it'd make it easier to tag duel?"

Syrus considered his point for a moment. It was a considerable observation. But he was unwilling to submit, and he sure knew Hassleberry would refuse the prospect as well. So he remained silent, not budging from his stance. Hassleberry knew his apparent silence reflected this fact, so he unwillingly continued.

"Um... maybe instead of fightin', we should say nice things bout' each other?"

"Like that's ever going to happen!"

Even still, Hassleberry was determined to test his theory.

"Sure it can! I'll try first! Um... it's nice that you stopped being so bad you got into Ra Yellow after trying a bit."

"Wow, thanks."

Hassleberry, unable to detect the sarcasm in his voice, perked his head up and took it as confirmation his plan worked.

"See? That wasn't so hard! Your turn!"

Syrus groaned, but unwillingly played along, deciding to use the opportunity for a passive aggressive insult.

"Uh... being a dinosaur really suits you. You're a big block head that can brute force your way through anything, which is impressive for YOU."

Hassleberry was surprised by the apparent honesty. He couldn't tell if his compliment was really that, but he hoped from the context given that it was. He was almost hopeful that someone recognized his determination. Syrus interpreted his surprise as an indication he wanted more, so he unwillingly obliged.

"Like it's not like I wanted to be a car! So you got lucky you got something that suits you!"

"I think it suits you!" Syrus glared at him, offended. So he elaborated. "It's eh…" He struggled to find a word to say. "It's cute."

Syrus inherently blushed at the notion of being called "cute." He was glad that he had his back to him, else he might have saw. Was that a compliment he actually liked…?

When they heard Jaden and Aster's voices down the green and black halls, they scattered into alternate directions.