Eleven decided that the next thing to do would be to learn more about his other incarnations. Of course, he had once been them, but he couldn't remember it very well. He prowled around the house, secretly spying on his brothers.
When he walked into the living room, he saw One asleep on the couch. He must have been watching television, as "The Three Stooges"' played in front if him. He also saw Three in a chair of his own, reading the newspaper.
Eleven poked his head into the kitchen. It was messy in there, which meant that Five had not cleaned it up yet. Apparently, Eight did the cooking, and Five cleaned the kitchen up afterwards.
There was nobody else around, so Eleven decided that everyone else was in their bedrooms. So, he went upstairs.
The first thing Eleven heard was was the gentle tooting of a recorder. It came from Two's room. Eleven knocked at the door.
The recorder-playing stopped as Two got up to answer.
"Oh, it's you," Two said. "I thought it might be Three coming up to shout at me for playing so loud."
"Oh no, I like your playing," Eleven said.
"Why thank you!" Two replied. "Please come in!"
Two's room was rather small, like the man who owned it was. On the light blue walls hung pictures of his companions, who were very dear to him. There were also a few Beatles posters.
"I like your... Room?" Eleven said awkwardly. Two chuckled at him.
"Thank you, again!" Two said, still smiling.
They both sat down.
"So, you've been here for awhile?" Eleven asked.
"Oh yes, about eight hundred years, I suppose," Two replied.
"Yowzah! That's a lot longer than I expected! Don't you get bored?" Eleven answered, surprised.
"Hah! With these characters around, you never get bored! And besides, you get used to it after awhile," Two explained.
"Oh, I see," Eleven answered. "I like your bow tie!"
"Oh, thank you! I like yours too!" Two said.
Suddenly, there was a sound that resembled an explosion.
"What was that?!" Eleven panicked.
"Oh, just Four," Two answered.
"Oh, well, I am going to see what that is anyways. Goodbye, it was nice chatting with you," Eleven said as he walked out the door.
"Goodbye, my dear fellow!" Two said.
As Eleven walked down the hall to Four's room, he saw Five walk by.
"He must be going to clean the kitchen," Eleven muttered to himself.
When Eleven arrived at the room, he couldn't see anything but some red smoke and Four laughing in his big, booming voice.
"Maybe I should come back later..."
He continued down the hall. He glanced into Seven's room and saw him playing chess with Six.
He knew better than to interrupt them, as the room was silent. The room next door was Eight's, who was in a deep sleep. Eight had obviously just walked into his room and plopped onto bed, as the door had been left open and Eight was laying face down, spread eagled, on his bed. He hadn't even pulled the covers over himself.
The next occupied room was Ten's. Ten and Nine were playing Mario Kart.
"Hello you two," Eleven said.
"Hello Eleven!" Ten said excited.
"Hi," Nine said with absolutely no enthusiasm.
"Would you liked to join us?" Ten offered.
"Geronimo," Eleven whispered.