"I can't believe it," someone was saying to another, "I can't believe you would... do that." The young Korean who was speaking looked up at the person, and Sealand saw in his eyes the weirdest mix of hate, love, sadness, and drama then he had ever seen before. "You told me you loved me! And then I find out that you got someone else pregnant, and she's going to keep it, and you're just going to leave me for her?! How could you!!" Ugh, Sealand groaned, and changed it; soaps were never his thing anyway - that was more something Arthur would like.

"You asshole," came a new voice, and a well-dressed, Italian-suited man was filling his screen, "I don't give a fuck about you or your feelings-- get the fuck off my show!" A cowering girl holding some burnt macaroni ran off, and the chefs assistant, or whatever he was called, stepped up beside him. "Dios mio, Romano, what have I told you about that? You can't be so mean to people!" Romano, as he was called, scoffed, "I can do whatever the fuck I want, this is my fucking show, and I'm an amazing fucking chef and my opinion is amazing, goddamnit!"

Turning the TV off, Sealand muttered something about bossy buggers and how when he was King of the World, he would boss all those bossy people around, and wouldn't he show them. For now, though, maybe it was best to just go to bed. Nothing good was ever on at this time, anyway.