"Look, I don't have time for zhis Cluedo bullshit, I have vork to do and people to save." Schneeple declared as he stood up and strode out of the house, Doctor Iplier exchanging a look with Dark before chasing after his counterpart.

"Where are you even going?" Doctor Iplier shouted, the doctor struggling to catch up with Schneeple's long strides.

"I have to make sure I'm ready before I patrol zhe city." Schneeple answered without looking back, the German entering an old brick building with Doctor Iplier in tow.

In the center of the dimly lit room was a boxing ring with lockers lining one of the walls, treadmills and punching bags spread out around the rest of the area.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Doctor Iplier questioned with a frown, Schneeple ignoring him as he opened one of the lockers and retrieved worn white wraps.

"Doctor-"

"I'm not a doctor, and I don't know vhy you think I am. I'm a hero, I save people from bad guys." Schneeple interrupted, wrapping the white fabric around his hands before striding over to a punching bag.

"I wouldn't do that." Doctor Iplier advised, Schneeple taking a deep breath as he raised his fists and swung at the bag.

A resounding thud echoed around the empty room, the bag swinging wildly before Schneeple steadied it to swing again.

"You...you're a lot stronger." Doctor Iplier observed with wide eyes, Schneeple shrugging without taking his eyes off of the punching bag.

"Hey, can ya hold zhe bag for me?" Schneeple grunted, adjusting the wraps before swiping a stray strand of hair out of his face.

Doctor Iplier rolled his eyes as he did what the German wanted, bracing himself as Schneeple barraged the bag with a series of quick punches.

"Henrik, you're a hero, but you don't save people by fighting! The Henrik I know drinks coffee all day and works all night, the Henrik I know saves countless lives everyday, but you...that's not you." Doctor Iplier sighed, Schneeple abruptly pausing.

"For zhe last time, I am not a doctor," Schneeple growled, breathing hard as he cracked his knuckles.

"I am a hero!" Schneeple shouted, hitting the punching bag with all of his might to break the chains holding the bag up and send both the bag and Doctor Iplier flying across the room.

Doctor Iplier hit the wall before he fell to the floor, the punching bag ramming into him with a sickening snap of bones before the doctor could recover.

"Schiesse, are you okay?!" Schneeple called out, jogging over to Doctor Iplier before rolling the punching bag off of him.

The doctor's broken nose caused blood to flow down onto the floor, Schneeple offering him a hand up with an apologetic smile.

"I think....I think I'm dying." Doctor Iplier murmured as he accepted the help up, pressing a hand against his head with a wince.

"Oh you're fine ya big baby." Schneeple retorted, allowing Doctor Iplier to sling an arm around his shoulder so he could help walk the doctor home.

"What happened?" Dark demanded as soon as the pair returned, Doctor Iplier collapsing onto the couch while Schneeple awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

"I was holding his punching bag still-"

"Are you sure you that you weren't used as the punching bag?" Wilford interjected, Dark shooting the male a look to silence him.

"It's my fault, I used too much of my strength." Schneeple apologized, Jameson wordlessly bringing Doctor Iplier to his room to patch him up.

"You...used too much of your strength?" Dark repeated slowly, Schneeple nodding in embarrassment.

"Hey Google, do you know how Henrik has grown stronger?" Dark inquired, Google's eyes glowing blue once more.

"No results found. However, I have a suggestion." Google replied, Dark motioning for Google to continue.

"I believe that the longer that they stay like who they believe they are now, then they become more like the person they believe they are." Google explained, Wilford frowning in confusion.

"Was any of that even English?" Wilford spoke up tentatively, Google rolling his eyes in irritation.

"So the longer Jameson remains like the way he is, the more he'll act like Doctor Schneeplestein. The same goes for the rest of the Septics." Google clarified, Jameson returning to sit on the couch.

"So we need to return them to their normal selves immediately," Dark observed, his gaze scanning the confused faces of the Septic egos.

"For their sakes and ours."