There were many lessons Ken learned in the real world. Several things of import, as feelings that he had for years finally had words to express themselves, to make sense and have the final pieces of context. Predictably, that was not comforting in the least, as he looked over the information that allowed him to recognize his state. The fact that he was trapped as a co-dependant in a toxic relationship. As it was, he considered his path forward carefully, as he walked and talked with the other Ken's, as information was shared and meetings planned.
Well, it was maybe somewhat generous, as the various Kens talked, as they discussed things, as they pooled their plans and ideas together. Naturally, word spread and a single statement made its way to the Military Barbie's in their private base and headquarters. Interestingly, they took it both out of context and well. For a certain value of 'well...
"Like, girls, this is going to be great!" Capbie was cheerful, as she painted her nails with miniature American flags.
"I know, right?" Her second, Bomb-bie gushes as she readies her grenade launcher. "Its going to be one hell of a block party!"
Busy painting her toenails pyro-pink, Flambie giggles. "Silly little Ken's. We'll at least make them almost as hot as us."
All the Barbie's laugh, giggling and boasting about how they were going to totally crush this little uprising, all while ignoring the service Ken's around them (why would they matter, they were just Kens for pinks sake!), laughing and doing eachj others nails and make up, talking as if they were planning a party. When the topic of if there would be new Ken's? "Please, there are ALWAYS more Ken's around."
Still, the days ticked by, and they readied themselves for the 'Strike that the Barbie's could not resist or defend themselves against', eager to prove those losers wrong.
And as it turned out, they kept waiting. And waiting. And waiting. Fed up, and deprived of coffee, they stomped around, trying to find this strike, only to run into a curious thing. There were no Ken's. All the Ken's had left. There was no movement for them to smash or crush... at least, not until they found a letter, one that made them shriek in rage.
Dear Barbie's.
As you have said that you do not want us around, that you are proud and independent and don't need no Ken, we have finally come to realize that our behaviour was unacceptable. We remained long after you told us to left, stalked and harassed you. This behaviour is shameful and unforgivable on our part, and so we have decided to finally mature and accept that you do not want us.
We apologize for our actions, and wish you success and happiness in your lives.
Sincerely,
The Kens.
Barbie World imploded one week later, just as Barbie Prime returned with her own lessons learned about the real world, but far too late to do anything as she watched her perfect world crumble to pieces.