Anxiety's POV
I've been spending most of my time in my room now instead of going out and messing with everyone. And even though I could be having so much fun with everyone shooing me away, I'd much rather stay on my bed next to the wall.

Logic and Princey have recently been working together to try and come up with good video ideas and plans. Every now and then I'll even hear their harsh shouts at each other from the room across from me.

It's absolutely sickening to see those two trying to still work things out.

Even I can tell it obviously wasn't a good idea to put those two idiots together.

Oh, wait. Speak of the Devil... There they go again...

Prince's POV
Why does Logic always have to be so... So... Logical?! Why can't he just lighten up a bit and think of things that are way more fun than baking videos or book reviews?!

"You have to understand, Roman, that YouTube is what Thomas has right now. We cannot be wasting time with foolish things such as making goop simulate gelatin!"

Logic will always do this! He will try to reason when, in reality, he doesn't know a single thing about how Thomas likes to have fun and make videos!

"Thomas doesn't like to make videos like that! That's not his style! Besides, Thomas can't even bake!" I yelled at him. This argument has been going on for around 30 minutes now, and I'm done.

"But Roman, don't you see? This could be a break through for Thomas! Do something new, do something different! And if he succeeds, he would eventually ge-"

"No, Logan, I don't see that! I've had enough of your ridiculous and delusional babbling! Your claim is shabby, your evidence has developed a fault, and your main reasoning has nothing to back up the reality of how your plan will have no good impact in the near future! Good day," I retorted, getting up from my chair and leaving, slamming the door behind me.

Anxiety's POV
Dang. Princey may seem like a happy go lucky dork, but he sure knows how to roast people. And I mean roast them.