"WHAT IS THIS?!" Morgz BELCHED, Morgz SCREECHED as he went through Jake's phone, specifically his image and video galleries.

Jake hurriedly skid/slid into the room.

"What is it, honey?" Jake inquired breathlessly as he leaned on a nearby chair, hoping to regain his breath before the next Hudson outbreak

"This!" Morgz screamed as he shoved the phone into Jake Joseph Paul's face.

"I.. That's just my brother and I together at a team ten bowling alley event?" Jake half-stated, quarter asked.

"Why you being so nice though!" Morgz fumed, a little bit calmer now.

"OH AND THIS!" Came the shrill exclaim, all senses of previous calamity extinguished from (all) existence.

"Oh. That.. That's just me and-" Jake didn't get a chance to finish, for he was interrupted by the sound of a flower pot smashing.

"Was that..?" Jake trailed off.

"Oh yeah, baby. And there's a lot more of where that came from!" Morgz answered sadistically, smirking cruelly, as if he had become a dastardly criminal overnight.

"I.. Uh.. As I was saying.. That's just.. J-j-ust me and Pitbull."

"WRONG!" Morgz screamed!

"Use proper grammar!" He finished.

"Yes, sir. Right away, sir!" Jake answered.

"It's.. Pitbull and I"

"Yes, good boy." Morgz answered nonchalantly.

Jake Joseph Paul sighed in relief, thankfully he had not found - or gotten into his pictures with BM.