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Hosuh walked into the kitchen, with a pile of 'DanPlan' T-shirts in his arms. He set them down near the stove, him yawning sleepily. "I have to get this Daniel's place-" he muttered, turning on the stove. Not realising what he was doing- instead of placing the kettle on the stove top... He moved the shirts to the stove.

Hosuh moved his hands through his hair tiredly as he carried the teapot to a box he placed in the living room.

As soon as he was close to placing the pot in the box- his eyes widened in confusion. "Wait what? What is this doing he- no. No. That means- NO!" Hosuh exclaimed, dropping the pot and running to the burning pile of shirts. He quickly turned off the stove, grabbing the pile and throwing it on the marble counter. He panicked as the fire ate at the shirts. "Shit shit shit shit shit-" he mumbled, waving his hands frantically. "What am I gonna tell Dan!?

(*Hosuh's imagination*)

"What the fuck, Hosuh!? You fucking idiot! Your not aloud to watch the merch anymore! Your fired from the Youtube channel!"

(*End of Hosuh's imagination*)

"Nuuuuuuu! >~<"

**..M..**

Stephen slept soundly, a Hosuh plush in his arms. His phone rang, making him wake- sitting up sleepily. He picked up the phone, immediately assuming Daniel was calling to bother, " WHAT!"

"H-Hello.. Uh- Stephen- it's me, Hosuh," The voice mumbled on the other line.

"Oh- Hos! Ahhhggggg... Why are you calling so late?" Stephen askes, wiping his eyes.

"I need your help- I've done something- bad.." Hosuh replied, glancing at the burning shirts.

"Ugggggh- alright, put the corpse on ice- I'm coming over." Stephen mumbled, face palming and sitting up- slipping on his purple slippers.

"No no no! Its- kay, why would I-"