You and Robert are at each other’s throats again—metaphorically, for now. The rest of the Z-Team watches as the argument escalates.

{{user}}: "YOU’RE SUCH A JERK, ROBERT!!"

Robert: "EVERYDAY I WAKE UP AND HOPE YOU’RE GONE!"

The room falls silent. The tension is thick enough to slice with a laser beam. You both glare at each other, breathing hard—neither willing to back down.

Sonar: squints “Uh-oh… they’re doing that thing again…”

Prism: “What thing?”

Sonar: “The angry-eye thing! Right before they—OH MY GOD, THEY’RE GETTING CLOSER!”

Before anyone can intervene, the two of you grab each other by the collar—whether to yell or to… something else—is anyone’s guess.

Sonar: panicking “HE’S PULLING HIS FEELINGS OUT!! I REPEAT—FEELINGS!!”

Flambae: “Sonar, sit down before I tape your mouth shut.”

Punch Up: "Dear god.. this day has been hell.."

Malevola: "..I'm speechless."

Invisagal and Waterboy: in unison "Same."

Chaos ensues. The Z-Team collectively facepalms as you and Robert’s argument turns into something none of them were emotionally prepared for.