By the time Sinbad came back to reality, he realized he was drenched in a copious amount of cold water.
Nearby, The Builder was laughing uproariously at his state. They just kept laughing as if seeing him all wet was the most hilarious thing in the world.
“Hope you don’t stink up the place with your wet dog smell, buddy!” Then The Builder went back to spraying him.
A short while later, however, Moony poked his masked face in the door, and tried to get their attention.
“Uh, Builder?” He was then cut short by a knife thrown in his direction, and an irate “What?!”
Now trembling uncontrollably, Moony pointed out toward the hallway. “We got another problem with one of the clones…”
He was then pushed out of the way. The Builder ran out of the room, leaving Sinbad shivering in his cage.
Annette’s filming of the explicit actions before her were interrupted by a legless Julian clone crawling into the room. Shark and Harwood were likewise terrified and shocked.
Shark himself tried to calm himself down from what he was doing, and covered himself up with the blanket he was under.
“Hey,” he said in a wavering voice, “isn’t that the kid who…?”
Once Julian had crawled past the clothes thrown everywhere, he lifted his arm up and reached towards Harwood. A garbled, “Grandpa…” was uttered, barely heard.
Harwood was absolutely terrified. His single eye widened in fear. Never in his life had he seen whoever this was before.
Getting to her feet, Annette began approaching the clone. Just before she was about to say something to him, though, his head suddenly blew apart.
Now in a total state of mortification, Annette and the other two looked to the doorway. Standing there was Sunny, holding a .44 Magnum.
“What just happened?” Shark’s question was answered in the form of a high-pitched shriek.
Right away, The Builder clambered into the room, paying little heed to anyone else but the now dead clone.
“Wha…?” They then spun around to face Sunny, punching him hard in the arm.
“You dumb motherfucker!” They shouted at him. “You weren’t supposed to blow its brains out! That’s the best part!”
Turning around once again, The Builder took hold of the dead body and slung it over their shoulder. Then they moved their head to look at the two in bed.
“Carry on, you two.” Then to Annette they said, “Keep filming, wife! Not every day you get a chance to see Mister Burns porking Baki Hanma!”
Once they left with Sunny right behind them, Annette took a seat back and looked at Shark and Harwood.
“I know you don’t want to keep doing this, but…You heard the sociopath.”
Blaise and Marc were positively bamboozled by the pictures that The Twin set before them.
“What am I supposed to be lookin’ at here?” Blaise asked them as she turned an elaborate-looking drawing upside-down.
“Beats me. I can’t make heads or tails of it, I can’t,” Marc answered her as he took a glance at it. “Though the title sounds pretty fancy.”
There was a look of jealousy in his eyes, though. Just looking at The Twin’s superior art skills made him want to worship them.
A few feet away, Dennis watched as his wife and Marc pored over the drawings. Sagebear sat in his lap, rubbing her nose up against his face. With the silence of a ghost, Horse-Face’s companion drifted over to them.
While he moved, Dennis took notice of the young man’s dirty feet, and cringed.
“My word, sir,” he stated to him, “When’s the last time you bathed? I’ve seen homeless people with cleaner feet than those there!”
The young man ignored his question, but turned to him. He ran his tongue over his apparently dry lips. When he opened his mouth to speak, it sounded much like crunching leaves.
“Are you close to your son?” He rasped out, just barely being heard over the slight commotion that the others were making.
Dennis was taken slightly aback, before nodding. “Of course I am! But…” He paused to scratch Sagebear’s chin. “How in the world do you know I have a son?” Horse-Face’s companion just shrugged, and turned away.
“Call it a hunch.” He then started to walk away. Sagebear leaped out of Dennis’ lap and followed him. He didn’t seem to mind the unexpected company as he took a seat on the other side of the room.