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THE RULE BOOK WILL BE IN YOUR ROOM, ACCESSED THROUGH THE DOOR

Fifty-seven. Fifty-eight.

Fifty-nine...

Sixty.

210,000 won a minute.

210...

I'd like to buy a pen. The simple 1,000-won kind.

That's 100 times more.

CAMERAS IN THE ROOM

14 CAMERAS IN THE ROOM

♪ Lonely ♪

♪ I'm Mr. Lonely ♪

♪ I have nobody ♪

♪ For my own... ♪

♪ I am so lonely ♪

♪ I'm Mr. Lonely ♪

♪ Wish I had someone To call on the phone ♪

♪ I'm a soldier... ♪

They must've been entertained

watching us fumble around when we first got here.

And I'm sure it was amusing to watch us freak out

when we learned we're all playing for different prize pots.

As for the stairs,

they got to see us running up and down futilely, like guinea pigs.

That was fun for a bit, but then...

They got bored.

They're sick of it.

Yeah. I think they've had their fill of that plotline.

- God, "plotline"? - They liked watching us?

I don't get it. How was it fun to watch us run up and down the stairs?

It wasn't just that. 4th Floor had a damn seizure.

3rd Floor got a nosebleed.

It's funny as hell. Pure comedy.

Hey, wait a second.

Then can we only get more time by getting hurt?

Huh? Um, but I can't just force a seizure.

It isn't our only option.

If we want to grab their attention, we'll need to think of more entertaining things.

What kinds of things?

CLIMBING THE STAIRS EXTENDS TIME

Jesus, I bet our whole audience is just glued to their screens.

You guys think this shit is funny?

I bet you're all in your nice houses with real beds,

laughing while we flail around like headless chickens.

So, you wanna be entertained?

Fine. Just you wait.

Watch me. I'll show you how it's done.

Hey, ladies and gents. Welcome to my room here. Hi.

I'm 3rd Floor. Hope you're all well.

I know that you are pretty sick of watching us just scale the stairs all day.

And that's why I've got something that I'm sure you'll eat up, my friends!

Mukbang time, you guys! Yeah!

Mukbang is way more fun if it gets paired with a bit of ASMR.

Huh? Yeah?

Hey, 7th Floor, uh...

The time, did it change?

Not yet.

Oh, never mind.

Hmm.

Uh... uh, so, uh, what's goin' on?

Uh, I thought you might like an after-dinner smoke?

Let's do it.

I really admire you, 3rd Floor.

What?

You always seem...

You seem different from the others. You stand out somehow.

Okay. Uh, in what way?

You subbed in for 1st Floor when he couldn't run anymore.

You think of other people, not just yourself.

Uh... uh...

I'm just, uh...

I'm just like anyone else.

I'm just a guy. You're less selfish than me.

You don't send down waste bags. I could never do that.

You know, you finally laughed for the first time, man.

Ahem.

I should've been more skeptical before. I did have some doubts.

The stairs seemed to work, though, so I just went with it.

It felt too easy, but I wanted it to be true.

The simplicity of it appealed to me.

You run, sweat, and toil, you get rewarded. It was logical.

Or I convinced myself it was.

Apparently, that was all a bust, right?

But this new way, it should be a nice change of pace, at least.

I'm not gonna miss, uh, runnin' my ass off all day.

We'll get time for being fun to watch. That sounds easy.

Tell me this, 3rd Floor. What do you find entertaining?

Well, whatever makes me laugh.

Funny things.

Until... you get all laughed out. You want more.

Want more?

It's human nature to seek novel experiences.

What will happen when they can see our jokes coming?

The showrunners haven't interfered, at least not yet. It's been up to us.

They simply watch, while we figure out what kinds of content they like.

And when to try something new.

Our reward is more time.

It's like views for a streamer or influencer, but time is our revenue.

The more engaged we keep our audience, the more money we'll be able to make.

But we can't do the same thing forever. Novelty wears off.

They'll demand more, and we'll be helpless.

We'll be hypnotized by our greed.

Eventually, we'll have to give them what they want. What they really crave.

Do you know what it is? What they crave?

Violence?

For it to be real.

To be... real?

Everyone will have ideas about what we should do from now on.

I'm sure some players will go the provocative route

and suggest things that are violent or edgy.

Pro wrestling is really hot.

Oh, I love pro wrestling.

But... Uh...

- It's cool, don't get me wrong... - But we need to start slow.

We'll have to rein them in.

I'm just worried. You can get hurt doing it, you know?

'Cause... we can't call a doctor or an ambulance or anything.

He's right. And I don't want anybody to get hurt.

- Yeah, exactly, that's what I'm saying. - I'd appreciate you keeping this private.

I don't want them to know we have a plan.

People like to laugh, like you said, so we'll propose leaning into comedy.

It's our best shot right now.

I was thinking... uh, we could do like, uh, some sketches?

Yeah, or... we could put on a variety show. I think it'd be cool.

- I'm sure something funny is the way. - Yeah.

You mean, like, skits?

- Well, I'd like to do skits. - I don't do skits.

Then, what if we forget those ideas and did our own dating show?

What? I've heard some shows can get, like, seven million viewers.

They're suspenseful, and in the end, true love wins!

Or maybe not...

Then, um, we could do a talent show, I guess?

We're not in showbiz. Who's gonna want to see our talents?

You know, a talent show's actually a good idea.

It would take us a while to write skits for a variety show, or plan a dating show.

Time we don't have.

But a talent show is simpler.

It's something we could easily put together for today.

So how about we just give it a shot?

We can have a trial, and find out if we get any more time. Just to see.

Let's do it. Does anybody have a talent to start things off for us?

Shit...

Nah...

It seems nobody's ready yet.

I don't mind, though. I'm fine with going first.

I need a recorder, and then I'll be good to go.

Oh God. The recorder's so lame.

What is this, middle school band class?

It's, probably better to start off this way, you know?

Come in slow, then make it fun.

We'll have to make a shift at some point, I'm sure.

I just hope we can avoid all that for a while.

Wow.

7th Floor, that was...

Whoo!

- Good job! - Oh!

I think I had an eargasm just now.

- Oh! - He's amazing.

He got everybody on board with the talent show by looking ridiculous.

7th Floor, you're kinda cool. I've gotta hand it to ya.

Hey! Look at the board! Oh my God. We just got 20-something hours!

It took a sec, but we'd figured out the real hidden rule.

- Another day! - You rule!

TIME EXTENDS WHEN THE HOSTS ARE ENTERTAINED

- How did you learn that? - It's just a hobby.

Hey, that was so impressive!

I can't wait to see what we all come up with, but I'm sure it'll be fun.

Since there's now another day on the clock,

everyone take the night to think about their acts,

and we can do the show tomorrow.

For now, we have to discuss something while we're here.

How long?

How long till we stop the show?

But why?

It's too early to already be thinking about leaving this place.

I mean... we can talk about this

when everyone's satisfied with the money they've earned.

If we wait till then, we might be stuck here forever.

For sure.

The whole point is to be rich when we're out there.

We're gonna have to draw a line, or else why did we even come here?

How are we gonna do that, when each of us earns different amounts of cash in here?

Yeah, that's a good point.

It's not fair. What if the top floor people decide to bounce really early,

since you guys make more money?

Honestly,

1st Floor should make the call, because he earns the least.

It's only fair. We'd be letting him down otherwise.

And even if it's tough, we have to think of everyone.

We're all in this together, after all.

Yeah, you should decide, okay?

How much will you need before we can leave?

It's okay, there's no pressure.

I guess...

It might... seem... too desperate...

but I need a billion.

"Need?"

So, 1st Floor, you make 14,400,000 every day.

Let's say... that you spend 400,000 a day.

To make it to one billion...

Oh, 75 days, right? To get to his goal.

So... around two and a half months.

Yeah.

Spot on.

I've got a knack for division, that's all.

Suit yourselves.

You could hear the numbers crunching.

A billion for 1st Floor means twice that for 2nd.

I get three billion.

4th gets five billion.

5th, eight billion.

6th Floor gets 13 billion. 7th, 21.

And 8th Floor gets 34 billion.

We have to tighten our belts over the next two months.

But now, we had to actually earn all those days.

The talent show idea was a lot less sweaty than the stairs, I'll tell ya that.

We all decided to buy props for the show

with the time 7th Floor's nose so graciously earned us.

This is stupid.

What's that guy's deal? Why does he think he can skip the line?

Gimme ten roofing tiles. They're for me to pulverize.

I'm gonna need ten roofing tiles as well, plus four wooden boards.

Oh-ho-ho-ho! Okay!

The talent show seemed to bring out our competitive sides.

Everyone's trying to be the best performer,

which means they're all focused as hell.

Everyone but me. Personally, I am...

losing my goddamn mind.

I'm a low-key guy. I've always wanted to blend in.

That's my motto. Don't stand out.

And definitely don't draw attention to yourself.

I went out of my way to never pick up anything resembling a talent.

When you step out of your comfort zone. You panic.

THE TALENT SHOW

♪ You've waited for me All this time ♪

♪ And I want to live my life for you ♪

♪ If you want me... ♪

Nice. A sweet song to start things off. Nothin' risqué.

♪ The day when you sat by me And comforted me when I was down... ♪

10 HOURS

CURRENT CONTRIBUTION TALLY

1ST: 7TH FLOOR (24 HRS) 2ND: 5TH FLOOR (10 HRS)

Feat of strength from 6th Floor.

Big surprise there.

15 HOURS

2ND: 6TH FLOOR (15 HRS)

2nd Floor did more than 6th, and added high kicks. It was pretty dope.

17 HOURS

We're getting more time than I expected.

Why is everyone so talented?

- I just can't believe it. - Hey.

- Did you get hurt? - Just a sprain.

No big deal. It'll be okay.

But it's swelled up a lot...

Ahem.

4th Floor's up next.

Another song?

1 HOUR 50 MINUTES

That was very brave.

What? That's all my yodels are worth? Oh, shit...

Come on! I know you can do better than that. Pretty please? You guys?

Hmm? Kiss, kiss! Mwah, mwah!

Five minutes.

5TH: 4TH FLOOR (1 HR 50 MINS +5 MINS)

Ugh. Yeah, that really killed the mood.

Okay. Moving on. Who wants to go up next?

Uh...

Do you have a plan? Uh... anything?

Uh... it's silly.

It'll be fine. Who cares?

I should go now. Who remembers the middle of a talent show?

If I go now, I'll be lost in the shuffle.

Okay, here I go!

Hey!

Why not? I'll go. I'm ready.

My heart's in my throat.

So I guess this is what stage fright is.

What the hell?

Kill me now.

Eighteen?

6TH: 3RD FLOOR (18 MINS)

Welp. That wasn't so bad, huh?

Oh no. Not at all.

You did your best.

Our show's almost finished. Only two acts remain.

It honestly isn't that scary.

Just rip off the bandage and go. It's better to get it over with.

- What? - Uh...

Ah.

Uh... I'll go. I'll go up next.

Great.

Whoo!

- Wow! - Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

He's incredible!

Now... let's get some air.

Oh!

Wow!

30 whole hours? Amazing!

Mm... We've earned 74 hours, 13 minutes.

Keep it up. This is just over three days.

Why is he acting like he did a bad job?

We're doing quite well. Let's finish strong.

- I can't trust anyone. - Wow!

Once 8th Floor performs, we'll add up the final total

and have a quick debriefing.

Well, you're up.

8th Floor?

Do I need to do it out here, or can I negotiate?

It's okay. There's no need for that.

But where...

If I'm not stuck out here, then I wanna do it on my floor.

So, do you wanna get laid?

- I'm not sure what you mean? - Oh, I think you do.

Sex.

Well, I'm flattered, but this is a talent show.

Aren't talent shows for showing the world the things we're really good at?

No one does it like I do.

- Still, I'll have to pass. - Huh?

But why?

Hmm?

This is insane. Totally absurd.

Oh!

Uh-huh.

Hmm, hmm...

- What the... - Mr. 1st Floor?

Nah.

Me?

Uh... I shouldn't, right?

People would be watching. It's weird, right?

She's moving on.

Hmm?

Let's go!

Wait, what? Are they allowed to do that?

So what?

She said it's her talent.

69 HOURS

Well, she sure... has a talent.

Oh, my goodness.

Well, that's... I think 69 hours is a bit on the nose...

- Oh. - Huh?

3rd Floor?

Do you wanna hook up?

Hmm...

Well, don't you want to?

Now, don't be shy.

God, I want you.

Surrender yourself. Come on.

Hmm?

♪ Until the waters Of the East Sea run dry ♪

♪ And Mount Baekdu is worn away... ♪

Wanna screw?

Uh, if we factor out the time we spent buying our talent show supplies,

we made just about five days.

Well done, guys. That was a success.

I wouldn't say everyone was successful.

We saw some big old goose eggs, too.

LAST PLACE IN THE TALENT SHOW

Just getting up to perform takes guts. We all did great.

Excuse me.

Now that we got so much time from the talent show,

and we actually don't need to run, I was just thinking...

Well... do I need to keep holding waste bags, or...

Oh, gosh.

Thank you again for collecting that for us.

It doesn't make sense anymore, so I think you've done your duty.

- Hold on... - Hmm? Why?

1st Floor's right. We should've discussed it.

Oh, it's fine. I wasn't trying to complain.

It was my choice to collect the bags, but... it's just, uh...

Well, my room is on the smaller side, and I think I'm at capacity.

I don't have the space, and the smell is a lot.

Oh, that... that sounds awful.

- You deserve a break. - If he doesn't, who'll take our trash?

Who do you think?

Let's just all hang onto our trash like before.

Oh, I'm not a fan of that, though.

Well, good for you.

You can keep all the trash. Your room's the biggest.

That wouldn't be too comfortable with all my things.

Plus, there's the chute. It can only send stuff down, right?

We can all use your toilet, then.

- Psssh! - 2nd Floor does have a point.

Now... we could assign one of our rooms to be our shared toilet.

- Yeah? - What?

That would be a lot nicer than having us each hang onto our waste.

I don't know...

1st Floor generously held onto our bags, but no one else will want to do that.

I'm not expecting anyone to, like, volunteer.

What if we make a game out of it? The "Whose Room is the Bathroom?" game.

Uh... I don't know, it's just a thought.

If we make it fun enough, we could even earn time.

It's so high stakes. I love it!

It's exciting if one floor takes the fall.

Okay, but, uh... what do we do? What do you have in mind?

- We could play cards? - Let's vote on it, then.

- Huh? - More fair. We can't leave this to chance.

Since when do you care about fairness?

Whoever of us gets the most votes deserves to be the new toilet.

- That's how democracy works. - Knock it off.

You don't give a shit about democracy.

You just wanna single out someone and bully them, don't you?

No, not at all.

It's choosing the best man or woman for the job, that's it.

We'll assess everyone's skills.

So, which of us was born to store bags of shit? Were you? Huh?

- Calm down. - What?

You two, calm down.

Now, who thinks we should hold a vote?

I!

Three so far... actually, four, counting me.

Are the other four of you opposed to the idea?

Um, well, I'm not particularly for it, but...

Oh, why not. There's no option.

Wait a sec. Aren't people just gonna vote

for whoever they think did the worst in the talent show?

Yep, you and me. We're both screwed. It's gonna be one of us.

We were clearly the losers.

SECOND TO LAST PLACE IN THE TALENT SHOW

Uh... I guess we can vote.

- What? - After all, it was kinda my idea.

- So I think I oughta see it through. - Wait, no.

- Come on, dude. - If everybody else wants to vote, let's.

Let's vote.

Doesn't she know what'll happen?

What about you?

Well, uh, you know me...

Uh, I'll go along with whatever.

You know. Uh...

- Yeah... - Okay.

God, what is 4th Floor thinking?

So, do you know who you're gonna vote for?

- Me? - Well...

Hmm...

I think they'll pick either 3rd Floor or me, don't you?

It'd surprise me if they voted for you. I wouldn't worry.

Uh, all right. Uh, what do you mean?

It'll most likely be 1st Floor, if you ask me.

There's always the status quo...

Uh, let's just choose 1st Floor. I mean, he's gotta be used to it by now.

Why should we shake things up? People won't wanna do that.

Have you heard about the broken windows theory?

If a place is already filthy,

it's easier on the human psyche to make it dirtier,

rather than clean it.

Oh, God. Perhaps?

But I just don't think that I could vote for him with a clear conscience.

It feels wrong.

Yeah. No, I think so, too.

It's not a vote, per se.

It's more of a formality for him to accept reality, you know?

We'd really be doing him a kindness. Don't you think?

It all seems so wrong, you know?

I'm feeling too weird about the whole thing.

I can't help thinking I'd rather keep my own trash than burden somebody else.

Are you serious?

But none of that matters much now. Never mind.

Let me in.

Oh, 4th Floor.

What... uh, what brings you here?

Uh... I didn't know you'd be here. Good.

1st Floor. Where is he?

Where would he go?

- Oh, 4th Floor. - Oh, you scared me.

I've been giving things a lot of thought.

Um, to be honest...

I'm planning to vote for 8th Floor.

Huh?

So, what are you doing out here?

Well... see, my room started to stink.

I don't like to be in it much. So I hang out here.

It's just so unfair, you know? You don't deserve it.

I just feel so bad for you.

Which of us would suffer the least?

The one with the most space, right? Get it?

- 8th Floor's got a damn penthouse. - I'll catch you!

And because she's at the top,

she won't be bothered by chute noises at night.

Plus, she makes more money than anyone else.

Yeah, but what's money got to do with it?

She's still a player too.

Well... but haven't you heard of "oblesse noblige"?

Or whatever it's called.

People at the top owe it to those below them.

She makes more money, so she should have more responsibilities.

It doesn't feel right to make 1st Floor keep doing it

when he's barely got anything.

No wonder you're sick of trash duty. Don't you wanna pass the baton?

And?

What did you actually come here to ask?

Huh?

Um, what are you talking about? Can't we just talk?

By the way,

have you picked who you're voting for?

Just wondering.

Why don't you talk to 5th Floor?

You two are close, right?

Sure, I mean, yeah.

She's too nice, though. She wants to abstain. I can't rely on her.

4th Floor said she convinced 1st Floor

to join her campaign against 8th Floor.

- He never said yes out loud. - You got this.

But she could "feel it." She said she got a "yes" vibe.

Something in his eyes, I guess.

Then she went to work her magic on 2nd Floor.

- Hey, it's me... - Get lost.

Okay.

So, not her.

If we vote for her, and 1st Floor comes through, we'll be fine.

Unless there's some kinda tie.

7th Floor. Are you in there?

Oh! He can't know that I'm in here.

- Hide, then. I don't know how to help you. - I'm done for.

Oh, I thought you'd be here.

What's good?

Just smokin'. Hangin' out.

I'd like to have a word.

Sure.

- You should rest up. - See ya.

Oh, that was too close.

If he saw you here, do you think he'd be suspicious?

Of course he would!

He'd figure it out.

Oh, man. We can't let him know we're gunning for 8th Floor to lose.

I know. Who'll he vote for? Not 8th Floor, of course.

Obviously...

I'm sure he'll pick one of us. Maybe 1st Floor...

You're right. I'm sure of it.

Vote for 3rd Floor.

I was gonna vote for 1st Floor, but 3rd Floor's talent was trash.

When I talked about it with 8th Floor, she said she would follow my lead.

We don't wanna split the vote too much.

I'm feeling like maybe I shouldn't have told 7th Floor.

I should've waited till you and I were alone.

But... do you think it was a bad idea? He's cool, right?

Oh, yeah. We can trust him. He's a stand-up guy.

He never even sent down his poop bags before.

Yeah, he's a good guy.

That may be true, but you never know.

So?

Yeah, I'm in.

Whatever he does, we better stick together, okay?

You have my word.

- Promise you won't stab me in the back? - Don't be insane!

No way. I swear, you can trust me.

We decided to take a day to consider options before we held the vote.

Ugh. I was too on edge to sleep.

Me, 7...

Game time.

After our success with the stair climbing and the talent show,

it was time for our next big event.

"The Great Vote For The Bathroom."

VOTE FOR YOUR BATHROOM

This will be an anonymous vote.

1st Floor, you're up.

Now it's time to tally the votes.

3rd Floor.

- Wow. Hey, one vote is nothin', right? - Yeah.

3rd Floor.

- 8th Floor. - Huh?

Okay. 8th Floor.

What?

8th Floor.

Hmm.

3rd Floor.

I knew that I'd get two votes. Whose was that?

As it stands, 3rd and 8th Floor are tied with three votes.

This could break it.

Uh...

It's a blank vote.

What? It's blank?

Now for the last one.

Who's your pick?

Vote for the 3rd Floor.

If you ask me, someone with your talents deserves a higher floor.

You know,,you've got friends in high places.

You catch my drift?

You wanna be comfortable?

I get it.

How would that even work, though?

I knew you'd be reasonable. We could work something out.

You could share some of my food, for sure. If you're into that.

I could buy you shit, and send it down the chute to you.

Why 3, though?

Out of everyone?

What about 4?

Simple.

3rd Floor just sucks.

Like, damn!

Him and his sad attempt at dancing.

Can't argue there.

Well.

8th Floor.

Yes!

- Ahem. - Uh...

Huh.

Let me see that.

Are you kidding?

Um, it seems...

your room... will be our bathroom now.

Oh!

How exciting. I've never won a vote.

It's such an honor.

Aren't you guys going to applaud? I did just win, after all.

Oh, uh, right, yep. Where are my manners?

Let's all clap.

We earned a full day just by holding that vote.

Damn. That was more than I expected.

Yeah, well, I suppose they saw it as a form of entertainment.

Of course they were entertained. It was like true modern society.

Drama, suspense! Politics are a real goldmine.

I'm just glad it's wrapped up.

And I'm relieved that 8th Floor doesn't seem too upset.

You know what?

I wonder who gave me my third vote.

Yeah?

Yeah, so three people voted for me, right?

Well, I'm sure 8th and 6th Floors both voted for me.

But I wonder who cast the third vote. It's hard to tell.

I'm pretty sure it... it wasn't 2nd Floor. I just don't think so.

So, it must've been 4th Floor.

By process of elimination.

But she was so insistent we team up.

So it doesn't sit right.

We can speculate all day, but does it matter?

- Well, no. I just-- - Hey, just let it go. Okay?

- And even if 4th... I think-- - It's all over now anyway.

Uh... let's just have a cigarette.

All right. Sounds good.

- Yeah. - Um. I--

- Okay. They're in my room. - Oh. Right.

- I'll be upstairs. - Right.

Here you go.

It'll come in handy, for all the sunshine we get.

Thank you

for asking me what I thought.

Need a hand getting the bags sorted?

Oh.

Who are you going to vote for?

Huh?

All the other players have been telling me what to do.

As if I care what any of them think.

This whole place sucks, but you've had the worst luck in here so far.

I'm interested in your opinion because you've had to live with our shit.

Uh...

I wanted to vote for her even before we talked.

The world doesn't revolve around her.

She's gotta learn to be a little less selfish.

I just thought that

since her room's the biggest,

she'd have the space.

It'd be easier

for her to live among all the waste.

She'll do all right.

Big fat no.

Wait, what? You're being ridiculous. Give me the key.

What's goin' on?

I asked her for her room key, so I could use the bathroom like we all agreed to,

and Miss Priss said no!

Oh, man.

Stay calm. 8th Floor, um, do you remember that we did a vote earlier today?

Yeah, I do.

- We voted for your room, for our toilet. - Hmm.

Good. Remember what we decided?

From 8:00 a.m. until the stroke of midnight,

we can take care of business in your room.

I'm not trying to boss you around or anything like that,

I'm just making sure that you understand the new rules.

Oh no, I'm fully aware.

Huh?

I know what they are. I just really don't care.

I don't care if you like it or not.

You didn't complain when you made us clap for you.

Why are you like this? The key, please.

Move along, thank you.

Thank you?

Please come back. 8th Floor.

Listen. I know this must be a lot for you to accept.

But you have to do this for the good of the group.

All of us are in the same boat here.

The same boat? Do you really think that?

- What? - Aw!

You're in a lifeboat, drowning, and I'm up in a yacht.

- Bye! - Are you crazy?

But wait. Hey! She wanted to vote from the very beginning!

- She can't back out. Not fair. - Shit.

I think she... might be overwhelmed. This is a big change for her.

Give her time, and she'll come around.

You're being a bit too optimistic.

What?

Ah, never mind.

- Uh... - Wake the fuck up, you guys.

Stop being so naive.

What? We're naive?

Hey, wait. You can't just leave. You're letting her win.

What... what are we gonna do? Where will we go to the bathroom?

Um... Be patient, everyone. 8th Floor just needs a moment.

- For the time being, we'll use our rooms. - Oh... I'm so pissed.

My God, she's so selfish. Who the hell does she think she is?

- It's okay. - Who cares if she's upset?

We voted, so what can she do?

She'll come around. What else can she do? Jeez.

It didn't take too long to learn the answer to that.

She didn't use any words, but her message was loud and clear.

Hey. Damn... What the hell?

"I'm not like you."

Ugh.

Ugh, why would she do that?

"I'm better."

Fucking bitch.

We had all been thinking, "What's she gonna do about it?" And then...

She showed us.