As he appears in the real world, Milo immediately knows exactly what he wants to do. It has always been his dream to create his very own Clan, so he heads to the nearest operational Clan registration center. Milo proudly creates the Alliterative Allies, a group of individuals with nothing in common other than having names that consist of their own name preceded by a descriptive word that starts with the same letter. Milo takes a seat in the lobby, expecting that any moment people will start piling in through the door, eager to join his Clan. After waiting around for a good three hours, Milo gets a ping informing him that he's received his first Clan member, but when he looks around, he doesn't see anyone.

"Hellooooo? Don't you wanna meet your Clan leader?" Milo bellows.

"Right here!" squeaks a voice from below. Milo looks down, and sees a tiny bug-like figure looking back up at him. "They call me Stronk Sunday! Don't let my size fool you!"

"Is your real name actually Sunday? I feel like you made that up." Milo scoffs.

"Yup. Says so right here on my ID." Sunday holds up a tiny card, which Milo can't even hope to read without a microscope. Not wanting to pick a fight with his very first Clanmate, Milo decides to take Sunday's word for it, and bends down to shake his hand.

"Well, welcome to the Alliterative Allies, Stronk Sunday!" Milo says, and Sunday takes his hand to shake it, accidentally suplexing Milo in the process.

"Oops. Well, now you know why they call me stronk, am I right? HAHAHAHA!" Stronk laughs, as Milo gets off of the floor and dusts himself off. Before any further conversation can happen, the door bursts open, as not one, but three new prospective Clanmates show up.

"I been lookin' for a new gang to hang with." says Red-Ant Revolver, leader of the Red-Ant Gang, which is currently on summer break.

"Hello, is this where I sign up for AA?" asks Calcium Chris after stumbling past Revolver.

"It sure is! Wow, word really spreads fast around here!" Milo laughs, before handing Chris a registration form. Chris signs the form, and Milo shakes his hand. "Welcome to the Alliterative Allies, buddy!"

"Wait, what? I was looking for Alcoholics Anonymous, idiot!" Chris groans, shaking his head.

"No takesies backsies!" Milo responds, waggling a finger, while Chris heads to the registration desk to sign up for the other AA. Revolver chuckles at the exchange, and shakes Milo's hand after signing himself up. The last person, a blue man named Blue Blumbo, wordlessly walks up to Milo and scrawls his name on the form, giving a nod.

"Alright, we've got a nice little squad here, what do want to do as our first official Clan activity?" asks Milo, but he's interrupted by yet another person walking in.

"You've all been chosen for a spontaneous stretch test." says Stretchy Inspector, the inspector of stretchiness. The group collectively gasps in surprise, as a hush falls over the room and Stretchy Inspector strolls towards them. Milo sweats bullets as Stretchy Inspector grabs his arm with a stretching implement, before giving his skin a firm yank.

"Mmm yes. Quite stretchy." Stretchy Inspector nods, before repeating this procedure on the other Clan members. When he gets to Blue Blumbo, Stretchy Inspector secretly cranks up the strength of his stretcher, since he doesn't like the color blue. To his surprise, though, Stretchy Inspector finds that Blue Blumbo is extraordinarily stretchy, to the point of possibly being able to be considered a stretchy Wulk knockoff. Stretchy Inspector scowls and pouts, shaking his fist at the group, but he's forced to give the Alliterative Allies a pass on his inspection report.

Once the inspector leaves, Blue Blumbo also signs up for Alcoholics Anonymous, which is having a meeting in just a few minutes. Calcium Chris also attends, since he's been overindulging himself ever since he became real. Blue Blumbo isn't actually an alcoholic, he's an aquaholic, but he pretends to be alcoholic so people give him free water. Vespot also walks into the meeting, while eating a slice of oreo pizza he got from Domin Pizza.

Elsewhere, deep in the Absolute Abyss, an up and coming game developer named Gnewton is showing off his latest product to his boss.

"Todd, look! The reviews are great, I think this is my best work yet!" Gnewton proclaims proudly, as Todd leans over his shoulder to look at his computer. On the screen is the review page for Escape the Bathroom.

"Adequate work. I see potential." Todd responds, a cold and emotionless tinge in his voice.