A pile of votes appear in front of the Sergeant, votes he quickly counts. When he's done, he stands up and looks at them. For a moment the silence is thick.
[For all his bluster earlier, he doesn't say anything. He just stands there clenching his fists and scowling. He really wants to punch Nine, but that'd just make the kids cry more.
Though at the Sergeant's question. He just turns and looks at Clarisse.]
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Though at the Sergeant's question. He just turns and looks at Clarisse.]
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