Kitchen bonding time.

That's what Four and X called when they drag Clock to the middle of the ocean in a boat to fish.

Ever since he joined them in the kitchen, they haven't let him go. Everywhere Clock is, at least one of the algebraliens is with him—Usually Four.

After he was eliminated, Two was kind enough to let him stay and help out in the hotel kitchen till he can work out his little drama with Winner. But he never has the chance to because Four and X are always giving him never ending chores and clinging to his rear like glue.

Sometimes.. He thinks they see him as their child..

Right now, he's in another one of these 'bonding times'. Four behind him, watching, while Clock tries his best to play along to all this bullshit. He knows how it works. Four let's out a giggle, Clock fishes X, the algebraliens laugh their asses off, and then repeat till they get bored of it.

Clock had given up on holding the fishing rod at this point. He decided to just lean back on the boat and wait for the signs before pulling X out the water again—and soon enough, the look on Four's face gave the hint.

"Can we do something else for once?.. Every time it's me fishing X over and over again. The first time it was amusing.. But now it's just pathetic." Clock finally snapped, gesturing with his feet—thanks to his lack of arms—to a very soaked X standing beside him on the small boat.

"Anything.. I prefer to do anything else than this." He sighed, looking at the algebraliens like he aged 10 years in two hours. He just wanted to spend time with his friends.. Anything is better than being stuck with these suckers.