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	[color=magenta]”Did someone call?”[/color] Monokuma's cheery voice came over the coms, and he appeared on a monitor in the center of the study. [color=magenta]”Well Thomas my boy, it's a bit of a gray area admittedly. You did create this situation. However...”[/color] Monokuma threw both paws into the air. [color=magenta]”Since you've explained the situation so well to everyone, that means that Faith would be responsible for any damage incurred. Like that one time a guy put poison into some containers and had his classmates throw them at him. You can't argue the students didn't kill him.”[/color] 

	[b]”I see, so he planned this so that he would be absolved of any blame.”[/b] Alice Parker stroked her chin with a fourth hand. [b]”But now he's saying that he won't drop it. Not until the night of carnage rolls around. The situation keeps getting more precarious, for everyone involved.”[/b] Parker turned towards Daimyon. [b]”I still say you shouldn't give it to him however. Look at those scrawny arms, there's no way he can hold that position for sixteen hours.”[/b]

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	Jezebel just watched the spectacle unfold before her eyes without much of a reaction. It was impossible for anyone to tell what was going on in her head, per the usual. Again, she looked to Daimyon. With a groan, she folded her arms and looked at the poet. [color=#bd71e8]“Daimyon. Like, just give it to him.”[/color]