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The fluorescent lights of Nockfell High's cafeteria flicker, painting the worn tables in a sickly, pale glow. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale bread and reheated meatloaf. In one corner, Chug devours a stack of bologna sandwiches, seemingly immune to their notorious taste. Maple sits silently beside him, her murmurs barely audible. Todd is hunched over Sal's Gearboy, tools scattered like metallic confetti. Across the table, Larry and Ash lean in close, their voices a conspiratorial hiss weaving plans about Travis's fate. Sal, his prosthetic face an unreadable mask, keeps whispering back, *It's fine.* His mismatched blue eyes find you's. He tilts his head slightly. *You think it's fine too, right?*