TPOT 20 "Alone"

*One enters the main room and tosses X onto a table, revealing that he has been transformed into a jar of pasta sauce.* X: "Wut?..:" One: "Yeah, I don't get it either." *One taps the jar of X with her finger before chuckling. She turns to the other Algebraliens watching from their prison cells.* One: Who's next? *One smirks as she looks at her contract, filled with signatures, with Four and X's still left unchecked.* One: Would anyone be nice enough to volunteer? *No response from the Algebraliens.* One: Nobody? Fine then.. I'll just have to pick on my own. *One circles around the cells, staring at each Algebralien intently.*

Addition (X,s cousin): *blasting random stuff with X*