Melania’s Perspective:
I saw a bench and asked Brock to sit there while I used the restroom. "Brock, hold down the fort for a sec, will ya? Nature's calling." He directed me to the restroom down the other hallway, and I quickly set my plan in motion. I know, I know, it was kind of juvenile, but those councilmen had it coming. I gathered some toilet paper and a broom and got to work. I giggled as I stuffed the toilet paper into the toilets and chucked the remaining rolls out the window. "Take that, you rude council jerks," I thought to myself, washing my hands and leaving the crime scene behind.
As I turned the corner, I saw Brock sitting there looking bored, playing with his fingers. His eyebrows were furrowed, and he looked stressed, his hair falling into his eyes as he absentmindedly
