"Zac, what are you watching?" Taylor asked as he walked into the living room, a bowl of cereal in his hands.

Without looking up, Zac finished swallowing his own mouthful of cereal before answering. "The t.v., Tay." He answered dryly. "I'm watching the t.v. It's this new invention that does these neat and special lil' tricks where it shows motion pictures and gives off sounds."

Giving him a dirty look, Taylor sat next to him on the couch and turned his eyes to the television as well. He groaned when Carson Daly popped up on the screen. "Is this TRL?"

Zac turned and looked at him, "Depends on what you're saying 'this' is." He told him calmly, "If you're talking about what's in your hand, no, that's a bowl of cereal. If you're talking about the big thing in front of you, no, that's a coffee table. If you're talking about the program playing on this wonderful television invention, yes, it's TRL."

Zac closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the couch while Carson Daly introduced the number two video on TRL.

Isaac walked in, "Hey, what are we watching and why are you both eating cereal at four o'clock in the afternoon?"

Without opening his eyes, Zac groaned, "Well, since you said 'we', I'm assuming that you're watching the back of your eyelids at the moment too. And we're eating the cereal because we're totally full and so not capable of eating anything. I mean why would we have food if we were hungry? That's just too silly, Ike." Taylor shook his head; "He's been like this since I got here."

Isaac shrugged and took the chair closest to Taylor. "Why are we watching this anyway?"

Pushing mute, Zac jumped from his seat and stood next to the television screen, "It's so I could do this!" He announced as he waited for Nick Carter's part in the video, Show Me The Meaning Of Being Lonely.

As Nick was walking down the street, Zac started commentating. "I'm walking all alone on this dark street, with a wusses hat on, I have no talent, no girlfriend that isn't a two dollar whore, because I have a small peepee."

Taylor and Isaac burst into laughter. "Oh God!" Taylor got out, "You better hope mom's not around to hear this!"

Isaac started shaking his head while laughing; "She's outside with the girls."

Ignoring them, Zac continued on and Nick pulled the girl back from getting run over by the bus, "Excuse me, but do you think I have a small peepee? Would you like to see my peepee? I have one. It's not small."

The phone started ringing, "Geez, who could that be?" Isaac asked as he tried to stand up, his stomach hurting from laughing so hard.

Taylor laughed some more, "Well since we're psychic, I believe it's, gasps, Nick Carter! Shrieks!"

Picking up the phone, Isaac answered, "Hello?"

Zac replied, "Hi, I'm Nick Carter and I have no peepee, and I thought I'd share that with you since you have one and I don't."

"Zac, shh!" Isaac tried to scold as he tried not to laugh without succeeding.

"Fine." Zac answered shrugging, "You have no peepee either."

Taylor wiped at his eyes as an arm clutched at his middle, "Zac, what is this thing with you and other people's peepee's?"

Zac shrugged again, "He doesn't have one!" He exclaimed pointing at the now ending video, "None of them do!"

Quietly hanging up the phone, Isaac turned to them. "It's scary that you might actually know that."

Zac sighed in exasperation, "Come on!" He shouted, "Did you not see him? Them? They are so not guys." He shook his head fiercely, "Uh uh, not possible. They're not."

And thus ended an existence lower than average for Zac.