YinYang lays grumpily in their bed, Yang grumbling frustratedly. The sound of Paintbrush arguing with Silver Spoon not too faint.

“Goodness, what’s happening with Paintbrush and Silver tonight..” Yin mumbles, rubbing his eyes.

“I DON’T CARE! What DOES matter is that they’re keeping everyone from SLEEPING!” Yang growls, gritting his teeth.

Yang grumbles something under his breath before slowly drifting to sleep. The conjoined twins lay there for a moment, Yin unable to move because Yang was out cold. He eventually falls asleep too. They soon wake up to shouting, groggily getting out of bed and walking down the stairs.

Yin’s eye widen, looking down at the havoc. Paintbrush was arguing with Silver Spoon, Test Tube and Fan were just looking tired, Oj looked utterly exhausted, Paper was attempting to make breakfast, and Pickle and Bomb were just playing games. Lightbulb was sitting on the carpet, holding her pet crab, Baxter. Suitcase was chatting with Balloon and Box, trying to ignore the fighting. Baseball was sitting at the bottom of the stairs, looking tired of everyone’s bullshit.