After quite a clamorous session of roughhousing, the arm wrestle finally comes to a close with the Student Council President emerging as the winner - not like everyone didn't expect it.
At this moment, Gilbert is having his dramatic, grief-stricken display of loss. He fell on his knees and dropped on all fours with his head stooped low, looking like he just had quite a hellish ordeal.
"Uhhh... What's happening?" Eli blurted out with her head tilted quizzically, dumbfounded.
"You see, Mom..." Noah trailed off before pulling away from the embrace.
"Allen and I decided to help out with the stage performance since we thought that these people would need some back-up from those with power around here. After all, in setting up a show, one needs to coordinate with the drama club, the technical maintenance, and other people, no?"
"Oh, right! Since you're part of the Student Council, you have a way around this kind of events."
