Another day at the hotel OJ, where everyone is living in. Season 3 had just ended, so now there was nothing better to do.

Yin-Yang have been sharing a room with Trophy since they got eliminated, and Trophy wasn't really happy since the beginning, but got used to it. He'd even started hanging out with Yin-Yang.. But that doesn't mean Yang nor Yin is safe from his pranks.

Another morning, which is past 12AM so almost evening but whatever, Yin-Yang woke up late. It was time for the morning Dr. Fizz!.. And Yin's water.. Yin-Yang approached the fridge after they practically burst through the kitchen door, grabbing a surprising amount of soda cans.

And like every morning, Yang drank the equivalent to litters of Dr. Fizz, probably enough to go into a coma. But what Yin-Yang didn't know was that Trophy, as revenge for Yang having a tantrum and breaking one of his things, had poured vodka into every can. He knew Yin-Yang would drink an obscene amount thinking it's Dr. Fizz, so it was the perfect plan.

Suitcase and Knife were talking as they walked into the kitchen for a snack, being immediately met by a very drunk and fucked out Yin-Yang sprawled out on the floor, tons of empty Dr. Fizz cans around them and drool running down their chin. Both objects didn't know what to do, or think. Who would expect to see Yin-Yang out of all people to get wasted?!

Soon, OJ and MePhone joined the little party, all four people standing around Yin-Yang and staring at them. Knife was crouched next to them while poking Yin-Yang's body, trying to get a reaction.

"He's black out drunk.. But looks mostly conscious." Knife said, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. Of course he'd be the one to be involved in these kind of things.

"That's half good.. It's better than having a dead contestant in the middle of my hotel's kitchen." OJ sighed, all the could think about was the pile of work in his office, but now he was stuck with whatever stunt Yin-Yang pulled. Damn this hotel.

Suitcase didn't really know what to say for now, she just looked down at Yin-Yang with a worried face. She'd caress their head if she had arms.. Maybe.

"Well.. He's not dead, so I can't just recover him. He's really fucked out-" MePhone said, a shiver going down his body at the sight, he'd not give a single shit if he wasn't so freaked out by them. That line of drool running down Yin-Yang was disgusting him, so much he just discovered he can shiver.

Just as Suitcase was gonna say something, Trophy walked in. He wasn't that worried about the sight, he just chuckled and approached to stand beside the four. At that exact moment, everyone knew he had something to do with Yin-Yang's state.