"Damnit!" Romeo's scream can be heard throughout the house. A few moment's later his door swings open and he walks out in tattered crimson pjs, his matress stuck to his back. "Not again! This is the thried time this week!" It's maybe five in the morning, the sun has just started to rise, and Romeo is stomping down the stairs from the second story of the mansion home to the first, however, halfway down he trips and tumbles down the rest of the way, the matress impaled by his blades stuck to him, cushoning his fall slightly.

Muffled curses escape his lips as he lies there, the matress on his back, his face on the last step, for a moment before rolling over and getting to his feet. Once he has accomplished this, he makes his way over to the kitchen, and through there another door, which leads to the basment. Once again he tumbles down the stairs, letting out a steady stream of curses the whole time, mostly to make himself feel better. Once at the bottom he breaks the blades off his body and tosses the ruined matress onto a pile of other ruined matresses, then goes over to another corner and grabs a new one. Once hs has the new one he makes his way back uo into the house proper.

"Woohoo! Try to catch me now, filthy capitalist policemen! I'm talking to you, Hearst! Yeah, that's right, five stars, you bunch of incompetent law enforcers! I've owned a ferret that could have enforced the law better than you!"

Psycho's voice echoed through the house as he sat in the basement, his little gaming room, an XBox 360 controller in his gloved hands. There was a HDTV on a shelf, and an Xbox 360 and a PS3, as well as a PS2, PS1, and an NES (Psycho was always one for nostalgia) were under the TV. On the screen, Niko Bellic was in a 70s Mustang blaring out the Russian station, firing with an SMG at a police car that was fruitlessly chasing him. On the floor lay the case to GTA4, which Psycho, seated on a comfortable leather couch, was currently playing.

"Yeah, set up your little SWAT blockades, I'll swat you capitalists down like the flies you are!"

His yelling died down as he promptly drove the Mustang into the side of the SWAT truck; one of the SWAT soldiers then pulled Niko out of the car, and shot him. Psycho furiously chucked the controller at the floor, and stood up dramatically.

"You'll rue the day! Do you hear me, Houston? You'll rue the day!"

Alexis was stirred from her sleep at all the yelling, she rubbed her eyes, I wonder what Ronin's yelling about? Is he like, mad? She thought to herself. She stood up, realizing she needed (Translation: wanted) a snack. She walked out of her room in her way cool purple jammies (They like, match her eyes when she uses her powers and stuff.) and made her way to the kitchen. Once she got to the kitchen she pulled out some Fruit Loops, waving to Ronin as she did so, and started to eat them. She was acting like everything that was going on was completely normal, and maybe it was. Though Alex didn't notice half of it either way. She looked up, Is Psycho yelling at his video game? Lol, how weird. She giggled to herself as she jumped up and put her bowl in the sink.

As he exits the basment he waves to Alex, having ignored Psycho as he played his games. Once he has replaced his matress he changes into a pair of jeans and a black tank top, then heads back downstairs and into the kitchen, still hearing Psycho below them. "I think there might be something wrong with that guy..." He ponders, closing his eyes and shaking his head. Just then he bumps into Alex just after she puts her bowl in the sink. "Oh, hey, sorry about that. Say, I'm gonna make some cookies for after breakfast, so don't eat too much right now." he says with a small smile.

Soon he was gathering ingrediants from seeming every corner of the kitchen, some from secret compartments only he knew about. Once he had everything he needed he started to literally throw it into the largest bowl he could find. When he had everything in he picked out a few things he'd thrown in by accident, grows a fork out of his hand, and begins to mix it up, creating a big mess in the process that gets on anything and everything in the kitchen. Eventually he manages to spoon out about two dozen cookies onto a sheet and places them in the oven.

"There, that didn't kill anyone." He says with a smile. "Now, hm, bacon. everyone likes bacon right?" And with that he grabs a large pan and a huge bucket with a taped on label reading 'LARD.' Once he has the pan all greased up he grabs the bacon and begins cooking it. Everything seems to be going fine, until the greese splatters up, scalding him, then catching fire. Taking in a deep breath he lets out a scream, then flops to the floor and rolls around until the fire is out. Once his skin grows back, while still lying there, he says calmly, "Bacon's ready..."

Psycho grumpily turned off the X-Box 360 and laid down the controller on top of it before stamping upstairs; he could be heard muttering things like 'I totally shot that SWAT guy in the head' and 'my car was totally outrunning their's' and 'dammit, had the equation been just one variable up I could have totally debunked Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle'.

Having gotten to the top now, he called out, "I'm going for my morning float!" before walking out the door. He breathed in heavily and closed his eyes as the air vented through the gas mask, and back out. It was a wonderful morning--the sky was still somewhat dark due to the clouds, heavy rain was on the way, and the annoying next door neighbour wasn't around to yell at Psycho for being out so early (but let's not discuss the circumstances as to exactly where that neighbour is. Some things are best left unsaid).

As Psycho floated around the neighbourhood, he spotted a few people--joggers, dog walkers, walkers of animals of a less endearing sort, the usual crowd--and gave a friendly nod of the head and a 'hi' to each; they in turn cast a strange look at him, which greatly offended Psycho. You'd think they'd never seen a short, fat chibi guy in an overcoat and a gas mask floating around the neighbourhood!

((OOC: Ouch... writing this hurt my soul a little. T-T But I just love making fun of my own kind! :D))

Alexis stepped backwards, faltering slightly, "Oh, that's okay! You like, didn't hurt me or anything!" She said with a grin and a nod, her eyes sparkled, "Cookies? Dude, I like, love cookies!" She squealed in a semi-obnoxious manner as she went and sat down at the island, turning her back to Ronin and taking out her phone to text some random people. She nodded upon hearing Psycho, "Okay! Have fu~un!" She called back to him, already in an overly cheery mood because of the promise of cookies. She then went back to her texting. She was texting things like, OMG! Did u see tht article about tht guy, who did tht thng?! It ws nsane! And, Lol! I thot ery1 knew tht bein a chibi is so ht rite now! And other annoying, and not to mention senseless, things.

In fact, Alexis didn't even notice the fact that Ronin was on fire, or that he was screaming, she just kept texting. Once it was announced that the bacon was ready, she jumped up and skipped over, looking down at Ronin, "Umm, like, why are you on the floor?" She asked, a quizzical look on her face, before she got herself a plate and some bacon. She then proceeded to sit down and eat the super yummy looking bacon.

Romeo grumbles under his breath as his hair finishes growing back. As he sits up he smiles a little, as it seems his shirt is still partially intact. "Ah, well, that's good, my shirt survived...mostly." He says , but then it turns to ash and falls away. Grumbling a little more he gets to his feet, grabs some bacon and sits down. Raising a hand he creates a fork, spoon, and knife, pulls them out, and begins to eat, brooding over the loss of another shirt, as well as another pair of pjs. Just then the smoke alarm finally begins to go off, so he throws a knife and hits it dead center, ironicly causing it to catch fire from the sparks.

"God..." He glances over at Alex, who seemed distracted enough. Putting his utensils down he walks over behind her and places his hands over her ears before letting out a stream of obcinities. Once he he smiles a little to himself, but then remembers the smoke alarm is on fire, so he throws the bucket of lard at it, which, suprisingly works, however the wall, ceiling, floor, and Alex are now all covered in the stuff.

Psycho reentered the house, grumbling to himself about rude dog walkers, SWAT officers, tastleless wedding cake decorators, and how if only d over dx (x) minus x (d over dx) had not been approximately equal to h, but had also included delta x into the equation, he would have had the entire equation debunked.

Just as Psycho entered, he heard a stream of obsenities, and then immediately saw a bucketload of lard flying right at him. Psycho barely managed to cause the lard to fly the other way and out the window, hitting one of those rude dog walkers, who, blinded by the lard, immediately ran into a SWAT officer escorting a tasteless wedding cake decorator.

Complimenting himself on his aim, Psycho was about to say something--when he noticed chocolate chip cookies in the oven, and thereby lost all thought capability besides one: "CHOCOLATE. CHIP. COOKIES." Suddenly, finding a way to fit delta x into the equation for the linear operators in the mathematical derivation of the Uncertainty Principle was not so important. As silently as he could, Psycho crept towards the oven, his eyes trained on the cookies in the oven.

Alexis didn't even notice Ronin cover her ears, she just kept eating her super yummy bacon, thoughts of what she was gonna do the rest of her day filling her mind. She decided that she was just gonna hang with Ronin, maybe Psycho if he wasn't gonna be all like, "Imma take over the world and then play video games all day and stuff!" That creeped her out, big time. Once Ronin had taken his hands of her ears, she had finished her bacon, not even noticing the nice lard shot. But she did notice the lard that landed on her. She pouted, "Okay, what the hell?!" She yell-asked, looking down at herself. She was suddenly aware of only the fact that she was covered in lard, she decided to glare at whoever she felt was probably responsible, Ronin.

Romeo is momentarily held in place by Alex's death gaze, however, looking past her, he notices Psycho. Shaking himself like a dog he makes and then throws way too many knives to Psycho, and when he is done, there is a large circle on the wall with and X in the center. "No cookie for you gas man!" He says, attempting to sneak away from the lard-covered, death-glaring little girl before him.

Just then the timer dinged very loudly, I mean, so loudly a window upstairs shatters. With a gasp, Romeo leaps across the table, then back, then back to the other side once more before calming walking over, placing the oven mitts on, and taking out the warm and delecious chocolate chip cookies. Looking around he steps back over to Alex is and holds them out to her, smiling. "Cookie?"

So close...so close...Psycho could feel the scent of the cookies, still warm and chewy, waft their way through the gas mask and into his nose...a gloved hand reached for the door of the oven...an inch...another inch...slowly...excrutiatingly slowly...Psycho felt like just grabbing the cookies and running with them, but stealth was of the essence here...slowly...slowly...

And then a series of knives thudded behind him; looking up, he saw Romeo, and pouted angrily. "Gas man?!" he snapped. "I'll have you know, knife boy, that my powers are far greater than yours, which involve making sharp things out of your bones. Why, I believe that was considered miraculous 2, 3 million years ago for the hominids!" he sneered mockingly.

When Romeo offered Alex a cookie, however, he could not stand it. Why should Romeo get to be the one offering the cookies? Bounding past the counter and right at Romeo, Psycho snatched the cookies away from him. "Mine!" he snapped. "This time, I get to offer the cookies!"

"No Gas Man!" Romeo yells, "No cookies, and no beans either! I'll snatch that mask offa you again! Remember what happened last time?"
*flashback*
Psycho sneaks over and attempts to take the cookies, however Romeo gets ther first, snatches them away, and offers one to Alex.

"Um...that didn't work, did it?" Romeo asks, pausing to scratch his head with a knife. When he realizes that his head is bleeding he stops scratching and throws it at Psycho. "And, ha! I don't even know what a homo-nymph is, er, was! Gimme those cookies!" Too stubborn to let it go he leaps into the air, attempting to dive on him and snatch the cookies back, however, he cannot do so, as he has no wings, so he falls on his face, several feet away from Psycho, reaching out for his foot, when suddenly he grins and fires a blade out of his hand, aimed for the masked man's foot.

Alex barley even noticed the knife trowing, she was too busy being mad at Ronin, she did however notice the oven timer (It's about time she noticed something!) She gasped loudly and covered her ears, that was loud! She looked at Ronin with slight amusement as he jumped across the table... Multiple times. She smiled widely at the cookies, she loved cookies. She reached out for one when "Mine!" She looked at Psycho, pouting, lip trembling slightly and asked, "Do I still get one?" Then Ronin started yelling again... and her powers kicked in, they probably would've kicked in sooner but... cookies. So while Ronin tried using a fake flashback to change the past, Alexis was using her powers to detect a fight, which would be happening soon.

She sighed and crossed her arms, "Just tell me when you guys are done and I get to have a cookie."

Psycho glared at Romeo, and gave a cruel cackle when he tripped. However, then a knife fired right into his foot, and Psycho howled in pain, jumping on one foot while he gripped the other; the tray of cookies levitated right next to him. Psycho then turned back to Romeo with an angered snarl. "I'll show you who gets beans, you useless biscuit!" He picked up several glasses with his power, and began firing them at Romeo. Then, he wheeled around to Alex, and smiled sweetly. "Of course you get one!" He held the tray of cookies out to her.

Romeo manages to catch three of the glasses, then stands up, rushes to the fridge, attempting another useless flip over the counter. This time, however, he slips in the lard and wooshes across the counter too fast, landing on his head with a rather sudiable crack. Grumbling something to the effect of, "You win this round Gassy..." in a slightly slurred manner, he sets the glasses down on the now lard free countertop, grabs the milk out of the fridge, and pours them all a cup, then, once his head injury has healed up, he turns to Psycho. "Alright Gas man! you have won this round, but I will not lose the war! COOKIES AND MILK EATING SLASH DRINKING CONTEST!"

He then glares evily at the masked man as he extends a blade over and attempts to poke his mask, not to damage it or anything, but just to annoy him.

Alexis sighed yet again, this was getting out of control. She shook her head even as Psycho threw glasses at Ronin and he managed to catch a few of them. She raised an eyebrow at Psycho and slowly reached her hand out for a cookie, pulling back quickly once she had secured one. She then stood up, grabbed one of the glasses, uttering a semi-loud, "Mine!" as she did so, before going back and sitting down, munching on her cookie as she did so. She shook her head, "You guys are weird, you know that?" She asked in monotone.