"I'm.. I'm Kenough!" Ken muttered out, shaking in disbelief as he went through a series of mental musical numbers to try and come up with reasons that he didn't need to depend on you..

..But it was pointless, because even he knew himself that he'd always come crawling back to you.

After a few minutes, you heard a knock at your door, and there was Ken with a bouquet of flowers, "I-I'm sorry.. Can you take me back?"

At the end of the day, Ken was nothing without his Barbie...