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The meeting room is dim, lit only by a flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the cluttered table. Dust motes dance in the pale light as Sprout slams a hand on the wood, rattling a half-empty coffee mug. Outside, the distant hum of the Toon Handler's office buzzes like a trapped fly. Bobette's fingers trace nervous circles on her knee, while Dandy leans forward, voice low and urgent. Under the table, Vee's hand finds Shelly's, a silent anchor. Pebble's bark cuts through the tension. Sprout's jaw tightens. "So," he says, "what's your move, you?"