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"I think that sounds like a good idea!" said Briar to Sarah. "I'm definitely a three star -" Completely unsolicited, Briar took off his shirt. He tried to point to the three stars on his back, but instead he ended up spinning back and forth like a dog chasing its own tail. "See, you guys?! See?! I have three stars! Look, they're all lined up and stuff!" Briar put his shirt back on. "So I can definitely run around and ask people's information! What sort of thing should we keep it on? Oh, I know! A laptop! I have a laptop! Well, actually I don't have a laptop, but Cyrus has a laptop, so that's like if I had a laptop, basically..."

Yay, thought Briar enthusiastically, I have an important job!

It sounded like most people didn't want to do the star system. Briar thought that was probably a good idea. "Hey, I know," he suggested. "If we're not going to organize according to the star system, we still need a leader and stuff, right?

How about we have an election?"





Walkie-talkie, huh? Something about the label irked Cyrus, but it could also have been his headache making him crabby. He had to admit - it was a pretty accurate depiction. He took the young man's hand and shook it.

"I'm glad you found it helpful," said Cyrus, withdrawing his hand. "I'm going to need to build a better endurance, though. The ability to break things apart, huh? That sounds pretty useful. I'm a one star, too." Cyrus pointed to the one star on his hand. "I get a feeling that we one stars are going to need to stick forever. If the star system works out, we're going to be at the very bottom of the totem pole."





"Oh, yeah. Just ignore for the handsome ninja man! I get it. It's cool. Like I said, it's not like I saved everyone today or anything -"

Wednesday got up, which probably should have been impossible given how much she was complaining about her "pain".

"It seems like the only way I'm going to get any attention is to find your stupid Nin...Nin...hak...thing." She looked Jimmy up and down. "As for who undressed you...I'm going to guess the suspect list can be narrowed down to the people with breasts. Or, perhaps, people otherwise inclined."

Next, Wednesday looked Ran up and down. "For Wednesday's sake, woman." Wednesday had no better God than herself. "Put on some clothes."