[...Frankly, after hearing all these candidates speak, Beaker's had enough. Half of them can't even understand the questions he's asking--he knew he should've brought some giant poster boards to write on or something.
He gets up from his chair, mumbling something about needing to grab some coffee, though he doubts anyone catches it. He walks away from the forum, grabbing a cup of coffee from a nearby table and--
Oh, is that a Dole Whip stand? He's always wanted to try one of those, but Bill's work has kind of taken up most of his time. Surely, no one will miss one moderator. He's going to go over and investigate, conveniently ducking out of view of the crowd.]
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He gets up from his chair, mumbling something about needing to grab some coffee, though he doubts anyone catches it. He walks away from the forum, grabbing a cup of coffee from a nearby table and--
Oh, is that a Dole Whip stand? He's always wanted to try one of those, but Bill's work has kind of taken up most of his time. Surely, no one will miss one moderator. He's going to go over and investigate, conveniently ducking out of view of the crowd.]