"If you think you're going to get away with that-"

"Try me, bitch."

Wilford tackled Felix onto the floor of Sean's hotel room. The two wrestled each other as Mark, Sean, JJ, Dark, Anti, Chase, and Thomas watched.

Thomas leaned in to whisper into Sean's ear. "What the hell happened?"

Sean swallowed his bite of pizza and smiled. "Felix stole Wilford's cinnamon roll."

Felix finally pushed Wilford off. "There's other cinnamon rolls, dude!"

Wilford growled. "And yet you had to steal mine!"

Thomas' eyes were wide. "You all are crazy."

Chase shrugged, focusing on what was on the television. "You'll get used to it. Mark's brothers are both crazy."

Dark and Wilford both turned their heads to Chase, staring at him. "Excuse me?" They said in unison.

Chase quickly stood up. "Would you look at the time? It's getting late. Bye!" He sprinted out of the room.

"It's nine o'clock." Thomas huffed, leaning back in his chair.

"Would you two stop it already?" Anti groaned, rubbing his temples. "You're making it worse."

Mark smirked. "Aw, is someone tired?"

"Shut the fuck up or else I'll tear out your eyes."

"Beats seeing your face every day."

"Hey!" Anti and Sean said.

"We're twins!" Sean yelled at Mark. "You don't like my face?"

"Baby, that's not what I meant-"

Sean stuck his tongue out. "I see how it is." He stood from his chair and sat on Dark's lap. "Hey there."

Dark pushed him off. "Get off me, bitch."

Anti pouted, taking Sean's place on Dark's lap. "Don't touch Daddy, he's mine."

Sean sprawled our on the carpet. "Fine. It's comfortable down here, anyway."

Felix gave him a light kick. "Bitch."

"Fucking Swede."

"You're all chaotic." Thomas shook his head, trying to hold back his laughter.

Wilford waved his hand at Thomas. "You'll get used to it."

"So when's everyone's flights?"

Sean kicked out his leg, tripping Felix. "We don't talk about that."

"Bitch."

"Swede."

"Is that the best you can do?"

"Cuir an fuck suas tú píosa cac nó eile tá mé ag gearradh do bod."

"...what the fuck did you just say?"

"'Shut the fuck up you piece of shit or else I'm cutting off your penis'." Anti answered blatantly. "He said it in Irish."

"Fucking leprechaun."

"Soith."

"He called you a bitch."

"I SWEAR TO GOD SEAN."