"So," Edgar spoke as he and Chase took control, clasping his hands together to catch Chase's attention.

"I'm willing to sell my son, prove is ninety percent off." Edgar announced, earning a horrified expression from Chase.

"Hell no, are you crazy?!" Chase exclaimed in disbelief.

"You're right, how about one-hundred percent discount?" Edgar offered.

"No, I'm not taking your son!" Chase snapped, wrinkling his nose in disdain.

"C'mon, he's not that bad-"

"It's not that I don't like your son, it's that you're trying so hard to get rid of him as if he means nothing." Chase growled in a low tone that made Edgar catch the hint to change the subject.

"I have plenty of other children for sale if you're interested." Edgar stated hopefully.

"I have two perfect children of my own, thanks." Chase replied stiffly as he stormed from the room to find something to do to keep him busy.

"Aren't they no longer yours? You said Stacy-"

Before Edgar could finish his sentence, Chase ran towards him and grabbed him in a chokehold, slamming his head into the ground as he leaned into Edgar's face close enough that he could smell the alcohol on Chase's breath.

"If you value your life and the lives of your friends, I'd suggest you shut up for once in your life." Chase growled menacingly.

"O-okay." Edgar squeaked as he struggled to breathe, his hands desperately clawing at Chase's to no avail.

Satisfied, Chase released his iron grip and watched Edgar suck in gasps of air as he stood up.

"I'm bored and want something to do...how about we do something stupid?" Chase suggested aloud with a sly grin as he glanced over at his counterpart still recovering on the floor.

Without waiting for a response from the other male, Chase strode into the kitchen and began searching all of the cabinets.

"Perfect." Chase smirked as he retrieved a half empty whiskey bottle from the back of one of the cabinets out and sat it on the table.

Edgar silently found two shot glasses and filled them up, sliding one across the table to Chase.

"You're still in Mark's body, he can't drink." Chase reminded Edgar before downing his drink.

"Damnit." Edgar cursed softly as he slid the cup away from him.

Chase took it and drank the contents of it before refilling his glass and taking another shot.

"You an alcoholic?" Edgar questioned as he watched Chase drink.

"I guess. I started drinking more when...." Chase trailed off as he stared into the light brown liquid in his glass before he tilted his head back and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Let me guess, Stacy and the kids?" Edgar replied.

Chase nodded as he slammed the glass onto the table, his gaze cold as he started to reminisce.

"I know something that could help." Edgar added.

"What?" Chase countered warily as he refilled his glass once more.

"Since Stacy has your kids, you could buy mine and make him yours." Edgar offered.

Chase let out a slow sigh as he looked up at Edgar, his expression showing his annoyance.

"You're lucky I'd rather drink right now than beat your ass." Chase grumbled as he took another shot.

Suddenly the two were forced to relinquish control of the YouTubers, their fellow egos waiting for them with cross expressions.

"Okay, clearly this isn't working." Marvin huffed as he gestured at Chase and Edgar.

"What do you mean? We're fine." Chase argued.

"The last thing Jack needs is to beat up his friend, mourn for a wife and kids that aren't his, and drink non-stop." Jackaboy-Man interjected sternly.

"Then who is representing their main traits?" Wilford spoke up.

"Let's face it, we all have our strengths and weaknesses....we need to work together." Dark declared, surprising the others.

"I hate to admit it, but he's right. Together we can fix each other's weaknesses and work off of our strengths to make Mark and Jack the best versions of them we can." Anti agreed reluctantly.

From there, the egos worked together for the first time and let Mark and Jack regain control of their bodies, making sure that the house was cleaned up first.

"God, that was a late night." Jack murmured as he came to, Mark waking up in his bedroom.

"The fuck happened?" Mark wondered aloud as he joined Jack in the living room.

"I dunno, but I feel....better, put together." Jack remarked.

"Same here." Mark nodded.

"Anyway, you up for some video games?" Jack asked.

With that, the two played video games while the egos played their parts, creating a peace that they hoped would last.

The End