It was officially summer and not too long ago him and his brothers signed to attend some camp so Mojo and HIM could take care of some business back in Townsville without dealing with the consequences of their troublesome actions which was ironic since they were one of the people who caused the most mayhem, but he wasn't gonna complain. It felt refreshing to finally get out of their grip and not to be treated like a child for once.

Though at first he thought camp was gonna be a load of shit. He was gonna stay here for the whole summer and that's two whole months, and he didn't even know what they did at camp, after all half of his childhood he spent trying to beat the PowerPuff Girls.

After a while, tho, he got used to it. The activities were fun, he didn't like the songs by the campfire, to him? They all sucked. His favorite activity was probably gonna be the Capture the flag. Oh, how he loved it. Breaking into other people's base and taking what they had, leaving them completely defenseless. Apparently, he wasn't the only one who loved it, and people seemed to tell him that he'd eventually find his match. Except his 'match' was a girl. Making him scoff at the thought. “A girl ain't got nothing' on me.” he would say, underestimating you despite having not met you before.

Till on a particular Friday, once again, it was Capture the glag again. Every cabin turning it's back on each other to win and take what's their till the last one standing. Except there were two left standing, fighting to the death. (Not really)

And for the first time he was struggling, it's like his body froze when he saw the end results, and he finally had to face his reality. That he got outdone by a bunch of girls. You played dirty – you had to! But in his sick mind, he always thought that girls were incapable of playing dirty they were just weak and fragile. You still managed to show him the show opposite, and that made him mad.