I Do Believe In Egos

It Begins

"Doctah! Doctah Schneeplestein! Not... just 'Schneep'." He growled.

Jack sighed, nodding his head. "Sorry doctor. Just... take a breath."

Mark groaned. "Alright Dr. Iplier, that's enough. Just tell him what's wrong with them."

Dr. Iplier smiled, leaning in towards his camera. "Dying IS what's wrong with them."

"I am going to strangle him." Dr. Schneeplestein grunted. "You are lucky zhere is an ocean between us, you-"

"Fatigue." Dr. Iplier sat back.

"Vhat?" Dr. Schneeplestein huffed.

Dr. Iplier shrugged. "The first symptom is always fatigue. They all have fatigue... even Dark and Wilford have said they have less energy... and they're not really showing signs of illness yet." He yawned. "Hell, even I've been feeling more exhausted than usual."

Dr. Schneeplestein slowly nodded. "Continue."

"Continue? What if that was it?" Dr. Iplier smirked.

"Doctor!" Mark grunted.

Dr. Iplier rolled his eyes. "Fine. It starts with fatigue, and then the ones who have been sick longer..."

"Yes?" Dr. Schneeplestein leaned in.

"Their vitals are... off." Dr. Iplier shrugged.

"Doctor!" Mark barked.

Dr. Schneeplestein sighed. "No. I know vhat he means. Zhey keep fluctuating, yeah?"

"Yeah!" Dr. Iplier jolted upright. "One minute a normal heart rate, then it's going a mile a minute and then it's so slow I wonder if it's even still beating!"

Nodding his head, Schneep leaned back in his chair. "Heart rate, blood pressure, temperature... even ze respiratory rates... all vonky."

Jack frowned. "So, it's the same thing?"

"Sounds like it." Dr. Schneeplestein nodded.

"What does that mean?" Mark sighed.

Dr. Schneeplestein tilted his head. "Vell how should I know? I'm a doctor not some paranormal expert."

"He said it! He said the line!" Dr. Iplier giggled. "Dammit Jim, I'm a doctor-"

"Vhat is zhis idiot on about?" Dr. Schneeplestein grunted.

Dr. Iplier's jaw dropped open. "How do you NOT know that? Your original is a walking meme."

Jack tried to stifle a laugh. "I don't know if that's a compliment or an insult."

"It's just true." Mark smirked, then shook his head. "We need to focus! Clearly this is a bigger issue than any of us thought, so what now?"

"I need access to ze Ipliers." Dr. Schneeplestein shrugged. "If zhey have it as vell, it's connected. I need to be able to see if zhere are symptoms in common zat ve haven't noticed yet."

Jack closed his eyes. "I was afraid you'd say that."

"I have more! It's harder to move them!" Mark called out, putting a finger on his nose. "And they stand out less in L.A."

Opening his eyes, Jack couldn't help but chuckle. "Are you playing nose goes? For who has to fly their clones into another country?"

"I sure am!" Mark smirked.

"Can I use your recording room?" Jack groaned.

Mark smiled. "Sure buddy. We can bounce you between mine and the Grumps' if we need to."

Jack suddenly grinned. "Oh yeah... this means I can hang out with Arin!"

Dr. Schneeplestein rolled his eyes. "By all means. Play vith your little friends vhile your egos are dying."

"Told you they were dying." Dr. Iplier crossed his arms, then suddenly grinned. "Hey! This means we're working together Schneep!"

"It's doctah- oh." Dr. Schneeplestein's eyes widened. "I guess ve are. Listen, I have ze seniority here."

Dr. Iplier frowned. "I've literally been around longer."

Dr. Schneeplestein huffed. "I am ze better doctah!"

"We'll figure it out when we get there!" Jack cut them off. "Go get ready, and start getting everyone else ready please, Sch- doctor Schneeplestein. I'll work on getting us a flight... hopefully I can get everyone on one... hopefully... tomorrow?" He glanced at his camera.

"Tomorrow?" Mark groaned. "Yeah, that makes sense. Uh, I'll get everything ready for you guys. Maybe Dr. Iplier can get some kind of facility to keep all the egos at. It'd be a pretty full house of an infirmary here."

Jack nodded. "It's a plan then."

"I'm on it!" Dr. Iplier called out. "I'll have everything ready to host you Schneep." He winked before disconnecting.

"I hate him." Dr. Schneeplestein growled, before exiting the call himself.

Mark sighed, shaking his head and Jack swallowed hard. "They'll... uh... everything's going to be alright, right?" Jack asked.

Shrugging his shoulders, Mark nodded. "I think so. Don't worry about it. Just get here. We can work it out then."

"Thanks." Jack smiled. "I'll text you the details of our flight. Answer this time!"

"I will!" Mark chuckled. "See you soon." Jack nodded, leaving the call and Mark flopped back in his chair. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and let it go slowly before he got up. "Amy!" He called, leaving the room. Somehow, editing his video seemed less important now. It never went well when they had all the egos together, and now they were going to have them all together while ill.