"I must complete my secondary objective." Google stated as he walked into the kitchen.

Chase sighed as he followed him, knowing that whatever his secondary objective was wouldn't be good.

"Hey Google!" Chase called out, causing the dark haired male to freeze in the doorway.

"Yes?" Google replied, the word drawn out as he turned to face Chase.

"Do the dishes." Chase instructed lazily, wanting to keep him busy so he wouldn't cause any issues.

"Did you say poo the fishes? Pulling up images of poo the fishes." Google stated.

"Ew no, that's gross!" Chase exclaimed as he wrinkled his nose in disgust and flopped down onto the couch.

"Just do the dishes!" Chase huffed in frustration.

Google wordlessly walked over to the sink and picked up a dirty dish, staring Chase directly in the eyes as he punched through the glass.

White shards rained onto the floor and scattered throughout the kitchen while Chase groaned in annoyance, storming towards him and dragging him back into the living room.

"Google, do laundry." Chase instructed sternly gesturing to the laundry basket lying on the floor.

Google picked up a t-shirt and ripped through it as if it was made of cotton balls, the fabric easily torn in half.

"Goddammit." Chase cursed softly under his breath as he rubbed his face with his hands in exasperation.

"I will preform my mandatory update." Google announced before sitting on the couch.

"You're not a robot thing anymore, you're in a human body." Chase reminded him.

"Hey Google, why don't you make yourself useful and find me a NERF gun so I can practice my trick shots?" Chase suggested.

"I shall find a NERF GUN." Google nodded before walking outside.

"Wait!" Chase shouted before chasing after him, his patience quickly wearing thin.

People all around them were using their phones to ask google questions, confusing Google as he heard multiple people asking him questions at once.

"Hey Google, what it today?"

"Hey Google, what's the weather for tomorrow?"

"Hey Google, what do giraffes sound like?"

Google spun in a circle as he struggled to comprehend everything at once, his calculating brown eyes scanning the crowd.

"I-today-tomorrow-weather-giraffes-"

Google abruptly seized up and fell to the ground, Chase catching his head to keep him from injuring himself.

"C'mon." Chase grunted as he dragged the unconscious male inside, laying him on the couch.

His forehead felt burning hot to the touch, his pulse racing despite his unconscious state.

"Alright, I think enough's enough." Chase muttered as he returned to the egos, Google doing the same.

"Okay, clearly I was wrong." Jackaboy-Man observed.

"Can I get another chance?" Chase pleaded.

"Well...alright. Edgar, you're up with Chase."

Before Chase could protest, Edgar took control of Mark's body.

"I hate you." Chase growled to the hero.

"I know." Jackaboy-Man replied with a smirk as Chase disappeared to join his new counterpart.