Meanwhile, Kayne, who had threw caution aside, was sitting on a ruined couch with a fireplace ornament in his hands, waiting for scorpions to try and flank him. He had been eating to suspiciously coloured nachos, and it was coming back to bite him. He groaned in agony as his stomach knotted and withered, and threw the fireplace ornament out the window. He shuffled into the kitchen and got a glass of water and a Rennie to soothe his wrecked under workings. He sighed as he watched the Doors of Doom, always poised for he roommate to come through. Maybe they would do some DIY. It was sweltering hot, and the room had no AC. Kayne drifted off to sleep on the couch.