In the basement, Keiji looked around and decided to walk to the stairs down the hall from where he was. At the end of the hallway was a shelf full of paint cans. "Time for my revenge!" He then ran to the stairs, not realizing the floor near the shelf and the foot of the stairs was slippery and covered in water. Sure enough, as he reached it, he slid on the water and fell right into the shelf, causing it to tumble onto him and coat him in paint. "Agh, shit! I got fucking paint in my mouth!" As he threw the shelf and paint cans off of him, he spat out as much paint as he could. "Ugh, fucking gross!"

Above, Masaya walked to the back of the house and found a second back door to enter into. "Heh…" As he felt the door knob and felt no heat, he chuckled. "Here we go…" As he opened the door and peered inside, however, the same blow torch Susamaru and James had rigged turned on, setting the top of his head on fire and causing him to scream loudly in pain before he slammed the door shut and ran out. "Agh, fuck, fucking shit, my hair's on fire!" As he dashed around, he tried to find something to put his head out, and found a bucket nearby filled with what he thought was water. "Oh, thank God!" He ran to the bucket and proceeded to do a handstand over it as he gently lowered his head. However, what was in the bucket was in fact not water, but actually gasoline.

As Hayate crawled inside, still in severe pain from the glass earlier, he heard a loud boom outside, and said to himself, "What the fuck was that?"

Outside, Masaya was now fully engulfed in flames as he rolled around and began to put them out. By the time he was finished, his clothes had either burned away or were charred and covered in soot. "You fucking pieces of shit! I'm gonna fucking rip you two to shreds, you hear me?! I'm especially gonna enjoy murdering you, Susamaru, you cunt!"

Back in the basement, Keiji ran to a bathroom to try to clean himself up. He quickly found the sink, not realizing that a live electrical wire was running to it and that it was connected to the handles for hot and cold water. "Fucking finally, I can get this shit off of me! I don't even care if it's hot or cold water!" Immediately as he grabbed the handles, the electricity took effect, and he was shocked. He screamed as the electricity ran through his body and both burned him and shook him violently. For a good thirty seconds, he held onto the handles with an involuntary iron-fisted grip. Finally, one of his hands slipped, and he let go of both handles. He stood for a few seconds before collapsing to the ground with a loud boom.

Masaya kicked in the door, severing the string that turned the blow torch on and disabling it. "There, now that pesky blow torch won't affect me!" As he walked into the kitchen of the house, he opened another door which happened to be ajar to get into a bathroom to wash his hands. However, when he did, he failed to realize that a bucket of tar was sitting on the top of the door, and it fell on him, coating him in the black substance. "God fucking damn it… I'm getting sick of this shit!" He walked out without washing his hands and opened another door to the front foyer where the stairs were. Again, this door was ajar, and this time, a bucket of feathers fell onto him. Due to the tar, the feathers stuck to what was left of his clothes and his skin. As he spit out several feathers, he muttered to himself in anger, "Fucking feathers, really?"

In the basement, Keiji finally recovered from his electrocution and stood up. As he walked to a rope near a laundry chute, he wondered where it led to. "Hmmm… How curious…" It appeared as though he had learned nothing from the previous traps, because as soon as he pulled on it, he heard a rumbling sound from the laundry chute. Then, a clothing iron came flying out of it, hitting him right in the upper chest and neck area. "Fuck!" It knocked him back, but not to the ground. As he recovered and brushed himself off, his injuries rapidly healing, he walked to the stairs, only to realize as he walked up the first step that they were also coated in the same substance as the one that forced Hayate to abandon his shoes. "Fucking hell, there go my shoes!" As he began to slowly make his way up barefoot, he failed to see a rusty nail sticking out of one of the final steps, and stepped right into it with his bare right foot. The pain was immediate, and he screamed as he fell backwards down the stairs. "Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!" When he hit the ground, he cursed at James and Susamaru, "You two are gonna die horrible fucking deaths when I get to you!"

After some more trying, all three of them finally met up again at the flight of stairs that led to the second floor. As they all ran to each other to get to the stairs, they failed to see a variety of marbles and pebbles laid out on the floor, and all three of them easily slipped on them as James and Susamaru watched from above. As they stood back up, Susamaru taunted them with, "Come on up here! We're soooo scared!"

Masaya angrily shouted, "Fuck you, cunt!" He then turned to Keiji and Hayate, instructing them, "Follow me!" As they all marched up the stairs, James and Susamaru both held cans of paint in their hands, both of which were tied off to ropes hanging from the ceiling that allowed them to swing down. As James readied himself, Masaya noticed, and shouted, "Look out!"

Hayate looked up, not knowing what Masaya was talking about, and got his face smashed in by a paint can right after, causing him to fall down the stairs. "Motherfucker!"

Susamaru then tossed a second one down, hitting Keiji. Finally, James tossed the third and final one, which hit Masaya. As all three stood up once more on the ground, Masaya pushed Hayate, who was on top of him, off, telling him, "Get the fuck off me!" They all then ran up the stairs as James and Susamaru ran for the attic stairs, where a zip line would take both of them to the treehouse in the back. Just as the Demon Bandits were about to reach the door to catch up to them, a string stretched across the hallway tripped up all three of them.

Susamaru then grabbed a spider that happened to be crawling on the wall next to her and tossed it towards them, yelling out, "Take this!" Thankfully, it landed on Hayate, who was deathly afraid of the arachnids. As he realized the creature had landed on his face, he screamed bloody murder out of fright. James could not help but laugh at his scream, which was oddly feminine for a man like him.

As Hayate ripped the spider off of him, it landed on Masaya. Keiji also noticed it, and stepped back out of fear as Hayate used his Blood Demon Art to turn his right hand into a crowbar. Masaya, who was deeply concerned about him, asked, "Uh, Hayate-kun… What are you doing? Why's your hand a crowbar, man?"

"Masaya," Hayate very quietly whispered to him. "Don't. Move."

He then raised his right hand and came down on Masaya, missing the spider completely, which jumped off of him, but landing a nice and painful hard blow on his ribs. "AGH, MOTHERFUCKER!" Masaya then stood up and sucker-punched Hayate, asking him angrily, "What the fuck was that for?! How do you like it when I fucking hit you, huh?!" He then hit him again as Keiji ripped him off of Hayate.

Meanwhile, Susamaru and James had successfully ziplined together to the treehouse, holding onto each other tightly as they made a smooth landing. "Okay," James instructed her. "I'm gonna go down to the ground level. When they start climbin' across the line, cut it. They'll then chase after me through the house, I'll deploy the kerosene-soaked rope on the roof to get down back onto the ground, and we'll burn 'em from there."

"Sounds like a plan," Susamaru replied as James left and climbed down the ladder to the ground just as the Demon Bandits reached the window where the zipline was attached. "Hey, over here, you horse's ass! You can't get me now, fuckers!"

"Let's get her," Keiji began before he was interrupted by Masaya.

"Wait a minute," he told them. "That's exactly what they want us to do: Go back down to the first floor and go through their little funhouse. I ain't falling for it."

"We need to hurry up," Hayate insisted. "She could be calling the cops or something!"

Masaya turned to him in disbelief regarding his stupidity. "She ain't gonna call the cops! From a fucking treehouse?! Use your head!" He then crawled out the window, holding onto the zipline. "Come on! Let's climb across!"

Once all three were on the line, Susamaru pulled out a knife James had left with her and began to saw into the rope. Keiji noticed it and screamed, "Fuck, go back!"

"Hurry up," Masaya shouted. "She's got a fucking knife!" However, it was too late. She was able to saw into the rope all the way, and when she did, all three of them swung like a pendulum into an outside wall of the house before crashing down to the ground. James could barely contain his laughter as he ran into the house, the Demon Bandits slowly getting up and then giving chase.

Once James made it to the roof, avoiding all of his own traps, he took a rope, which had been soaked in kerosene for several hours in a bucket, and tied it around the chimney before rappelling down successfully. Once he was at the bottom, he stood and waited. "These guys are gonna get a nasty surprise when they come tryin' to climb down…" He had earlier planted twelve knives coated in wisteria poison on the ground where the rope led to.

Sure enough, all three of them emerged onto the roof, also having managed to avoid the traps. As they looked down and saw James waving at them, Masaya shouted, "Get the fuck up here and fight us!"

"I don't feel like it," James replied. "Come on down and do it!"

"SUCK BRICK, ASSHOLE!" Keiji then threw an extra brick down, but missed James.

"Some attempt that was," he taunted him with. "Maybe if you three dunces put your one brain cell each together, you'd be able to actually get shit done!"

As Susamaru joined James below, Hayate shouted down to them, "We're gonna fucking murder you, and that bitch you're with, too!" The three of them then began to slowly make their way down the rope. As they did, Hayate remarked to Masaya about the smell of the rope, "Hey, Masaya-kun, this rope smells weird."

"Yeah," Keiji noted above him and below Masaya. "Kinda smells like kerosene!"

"Don't be ridiculous," Masaya dismissed both of them. "Why would a rope be soaked in kerosene?"

James could only laugh at their remarks as he struck a match from a matchbook and lit the rope on fire. "Farewell, fuckers!"

Hayate looked below him and noticed the fire first, remarking, "Uh, guys, I think I know why it's soaked in kerosene now!"

"OH FUCK," Keiji shouted. "CLIMB! CLIMB BACK UP!"

"Hurry up," Masaya worriedly yelled. "The fire's reaching us!" Sure enough, as the fire climbed higher and higher on the rope, the panic among the trio increased. Finally, once the fire began catching their clothes, they could hold on no more. "We gotta fucking fall!" All three of them then let go, not realizing the poisoned knives would be greeting them, as they screamed. Once they hit the ground, the knives immediately took effect, and Masaya screamed, "FUCK! IT HURTS! MY FUCKING INSIDES ARE ON FIRE!"

Within a minute, all three of the Demon Bandits were dead of poisoning, their screams of anguish ceasing as their bodies began to crumble into dust. Their comically terrible attempt to kill the traitor and the American had ended in complete failure. Susamaru remarked to James as they high-fived, "And we didn't even have to get our hands dirty. We fucking demolished them. Your Blood Demon Art's way more useful than I initially realized."

"That's a flawless victory if I do say so myself," James replied in triumph. "We're gonna make a great team, Susamaru-chan."

She immediately looked at him in confusion. "Susamaru-chan? I thought you didn't use honorifics because they were too bothersome for you…"

"I guess you're the exception," James remarked with a happy grin. "You're my friend now, ain't ya?"

Susamaru blushed slightly in response. "You're… You're right. James, you're 100 percent right." She then turned her attention back to the Demon Bandits, who were now no more than a pile of stained clothes. "I hope they enjoyed our little funhouse of horrors."