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We are hoping that the council always meets on wednesdays, and that everyone will always bring their own bread. There is no sharing permitted, and if found doing so, your hands shall be fed to a lion, and that will be the end of that. We shall not talk about our feelings. We are men, and we know better then to bring that to the table. We will not discuss the hacking axe of distance, or the nerves of our companions. We shall stick to business, and only business. First order of such business. Who remembered to bring their javelins? Good, I see most of you have taken the time to clear a small space in your brain for a javelin. As for the rest of you, you shall be thrown in the javelin pit, where those who did remember will throw javelins at you. But not till break. Next order of business. We need a cleaner work atmosphere. Yesterday I found bread crumbs all over my trousers, and I am determined to find who is behind all this. Also, there were some broken hearts sitting around on the upstairs copier. Not acceptable. I don't care if she lives on the moon, pick it up and put it back in your damn chest. I'm gonna press this button on the intercom. Brenda, I need you to get Season on the line.