Maxwell looked up and sighed.

 [color=7bcdc8]"Well, that puts us in a tight corner, doesn't it?"[/color] Maxwell said, pacing around the room. [color=7bcdc8]"Couldn't you ask them if they could use the facilities on a different day, or maybe we could get the rumble moved to a different day?"[/color] Max kept pacing around, throwing thoughts around, and just being in panicky state. He needed to calm down. Max took a deep breath, and sat back in his seat. [color=7bcdc8]"I mean, we don't want an old guy to have a heart attack because he saw a bunch of teenagers trying to kill each other for sport."[/color] Maxwell leaned back, looking at the ceiling. [color=7bcdc8]"Yea, we are going to need to get the rumble moved."[/color] Once he had stopped his ramblings, he looked back at the others in the room.

Maxwell didn't have much of a clue on what to due, since, until this year, he didn't know much about the student council. He felt like a fish out of water, gasping for breath in a world they don't understand. Anyone who knew what they were doing would have issued orders and had the problem solved by now.