Koichi: ...what happened?

Tomie: How did this happen? I called her at 8 o’clock this morning and pretended it was 11.

Pretty Boy: …I printed up a fake schedule for her saying we were starting at 9 instead of noon.

Souichi: I set her clock to say PM when it’s really AM.

Tomie: Oh well. We may have overdone it.

*Fuchi bursts through the door in a panic*

Fuchi: ..No.

Souichi: I do!

Tomie: I know, Souichi.

Souichi: I’m sad.

Fuchi: Why do you guys look so sad?

Pretty Boy: ..Sit down with us and we’ll tell you.

Fuchi: *Sits down*

Fuchi: ..There’s like a thousand other shields out there..

Souichi: Take that one, it has a flower. Women like flowers.

Fuchi:

Fuchi: Why?

Pretty Boy: Because I've caught him trying to train raccoons to fight.. five times in a row.

Shuichi: Ow, Kirie! You kneed me!

Kirie, sleepily: Yeah, I do need you.

Sayuri: Just.. Just give him a minute.

Fuchi: A night of fashion, mischief, mayhem, and possible death.

Tomie: Ooh, check, check, and check; not too sure about that last one.

Fuchi: It won't be you this time.

Oshikiri: Get two more chairs.

Binzo: Cut each chair in half to make six.

Souichi: Make them FIGHT for their seats!

Pretty Boy: I would never be near children..

Souichi: You're pathetic-er!