Once Lucas has finished choking back his urge to laugh at Miss Calculated's eagerness for quality sapient robot time, he finally starts heading back to the table as well.Lorelei continues staring in the direction of the kitchens for a few seconds longer before realizing the other two have already left, promptly following after them once she finally notices.Miss Calculated marches right back to their previous table without stopping, grabbing her water glass and downing half of it before setting it back in the exact same location it was previously. Jonathan, Willy, and Miss Masher were all just watching her actions quietly, their looks of curiosity clear on all three of their faces.Well, in Willy's case, as clear as it can be, for a dog. It's more the cute little head

Before Miss Chievous even has her laughter fully under control, she’s begun distributing boomerangs to everyone present. This includes a small boy nearby who is at the absolute most 8 years old, as well as a man who is most likely his father.The father had given Miss Chievous a wary look while she was initially approaching them, but it’s hard to feel threatened by a grinning, giggling, idiot carrying an armload of boomerangs. Doubly so when another equally grinning, giggling, idiot is eagerly snatching a few of them away from her and jamming them into the gap between his belt and his pants.Right after Lucas successfully claims his fifth boomerang from Miss Chievous’s collection, 427 abruptly starts laughing. Before Lucas even has a chance to ask why, he

Lucas spends a few seconds staring down at the ringing phone in his hand, which is, unsurprisingly, displaying an incoming call from Unknown. Just when he finally finds the resolve to actually answer it, his problem solves itself, as the phone stops ringing.‘Oh, guess they gave up.’[...More like they probably got sent to voicemail. Ah, yep, see?]Before the missed call message even has a chance to fade from the screen, his phone has begun ringing once again.At this point, even Miss Calculated’s curiosity is piqued, raising an eyebrow when she sees the ‘Unknown’

Although Miss Calculated is amused by Lucas’s fuming, she decides to take the initiative to clear things up. Well, to some extent, at least.“Well, regardless of what titles you’d like to use, yes, I suppose it is fair to say we’re all more than mere acquaintances at this point. And, to further answer your questions, Ji Soo; thanks to you, we found out that the newly released model didn’t include my latest algorithm for call tracing for a more accurate caller ID.“That was the final data point I needed to determine that the numerous ways with which they cut corners all added together crossed the threshold of acceptable thriftiness. I will operate under the assumption that you heard what I said, and as I wasn’t given a prototype, I

“Wha- Well, I’ll just fucking do it then! You better fucking hire me if you like the proposal once I put it together! I won’t eat until it’s done! Just you wait!” While Ji Soo is full of arrogance and hot-headed steam while initially shouting this, he immediately drops into a far more timid voice when changing his intended audience. “Um, M-miss Calculated, h-how would you like to have your donations account handled?”‘OH MY GOD, YOU ARE SUCH A FUCKING SIMP!’[...I'm not even going to ask, I can guess more than a few implied derogatory meanings.]“Hmm? I’ll go create a business receivings account tomorrow morning as I submit my proposed forms for 23 and Willy’s benefit. Ah