"It… It's…" Kid swayed back and forth trying to keep consciousness. It was too much of an asymmetrical, unorganized mess to bear. Finally, Kid gave out and fainted.
Black*Star shrugged as Kid fainted. "I don't think it's that bad. I mean, I did clean my room three months ago." Black*Star clapped his hands together. "So, are you guys ready to help the awesome me clean my room!"
The boy turned around to see that all of his friends had vanished. All that was left was a note.
Dear Black*Star,
We did plan on helping you clean your room, but considering we could smell the stench radiating from your room before you opened the door we weren't sure if it was even safe to enter. You may want to consider wearing a suit to protect your body from any of the toxins that may be lurking in there.
Good luck with clean!
Your friends
Black*Star crumpled up the note and threw at Kid, who was still unconscious. "Well, it looks like it's just you and me Kid."