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"Look what they did to him!" bellowed Cecil Metus, sitting at a large square table in the U- shaped restaurant area of the Student Center. The area was congested, as it was around dinner time, and many were eating at other tables, standing in line at one of the restaurant stands, or moving between tables, stands, and tray depositories. Around this particular table were others of the Champions: Todd Vals, Briel Gimei, Harley Impropio, Brad Aanhang, Antony Seurata, Stacy Delecto, Anika Perperam, and Earlen Uekte. Jason Volgende sat in front of them with his face in his hands, sobbing softly.
"I say we hit them back even harder,” Cecil continued in an angry rant. He wore an air-soccer cap backwards over his thin, rugged face. His red eyes flared as he raged, “I have a few ideas of how to do that, involving some good-old-fashioned techniques." He balled his fists and stood over the table so everyone could see them.
"The Champions," Brad and Antony both chanted in unison.
"He's so adorable when he's tough like that," Briel’s girlfriend Harley said.
That prompted Briel to say something tough. He stood also and clenched his fists in agreement over the table, "We should hit them now and hit them hard."
"Oooohhhh," Harley squealed.
So Cecil having to outdo him raised his voice above Briel's, "We'll pound them flat into the pavement."
"We'll stomp them into the ground," Briel said even louder.
At that point, Jason looked up and outdid both of them. "YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING. NEITHER OF YOU!” He banged both hands on the table so that it jumped, as did everyone else. “YOU BOTH THINK YOU CAN HIT THEM BACK, WELL YOU'RE WRONG. YOU DON'T KNOW THE POWER OF THE RUPTER. YOU JUST DON'T KNOW.” Then he shoved his chair back. “I HATE ALL OF YOU.” Then he walked away from them, forcing his way through the crowd.
“Hey proton,” they heard in a distance.
“OUT OF MY WAY, MUON,” Jason's voice bellowed so that everyone in the area heard.
Cecil and Briel both looked down, and Harley stared in the direction in which Jason had gone.
"I have a better idea," said Todd Vals smoothly and quietly, breaking the silence. “Stacy, why don't you tell them our plan?”
“It's easy. We'll just get them to join our group,” Stacy said glibly. “It’s already working.”
“WHAT A MUONIC-?” Cecil started pounding the table.
“How are you-” Briel began at the same time.
Stacy reached for a small black box hung on a string around her neck, and the scene changed remarkably. Neither Cecil nor Briel were able to finish their sentences as Cecil's tongue seemed to be stuck in his mouth and Briel's ape- like forehead was suddenly filled with beads of sweat. Brad's breathing grew hard and Anthony's pulse raced. They all gawked at her with mouths and eyes wide open. Even Harley was staring in astonishment as if she had just seen an angel, or perhaps a demon.
“It seems we're all in agreement,” Todd laughed.
“It seems we are,” Stacy smiled angelically.
Narration provided by Howard Douglas, based on discussions with Antony Seurata.
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