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After leaving the supermarket, five of them were on their way back to Starry. None of them said anything, especially since they had just heard Seika's argument with the cashier at the supermarket.
"Munch munch munch" Ryo was eating her snack. She still remembered Seika's words to the cashier earlier.
"You were so cool, manager" Ryo was the first to speak.
"Ah, that was nothing." Seika replied while looking at her cell phone.
"Are you- No, that wasn't very cool! You should have said 'No.' There's no need for that." Nijika interrupted.
"I've told her so many times, but he kept asking for it." Seika replied.
"Whatever, Bocchi-chan and Kita-chan where do you want to go now?" Nijika turned to Bocchi and Kita.
"A-ah... it's up to the m-manager, we can go back to S-Starry if you want." Bocchi answered.
"Oh! I have an idea, let's go to the park to get some ice cream!" Kita said.
"Hmm, okay! Big sis, do you want to come?" Nijika turned to Seika.
"Ehh, fine." Seika replied.
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All the members of Kessoku Band were sitting on a park bench.
"You guys wait here, I'll get you some ice cream" Seika said.
Seika saw an ice cream stand not far from her. She walked towards it. But, when she almost reached the ice cream stand...
"Ma'am, sign our child labor petition?" A man came up to Seika carrying a paper with the words 'Child Labor Petition' on it.
"No. Sorry, I don't have time right now." Seika replied instantly.
"Ma'am just a minute of your time" The man continued.
'Not again' Seika said in her mind.
"No, like I said-" Seika answered but she was interrupted by the man again.
"Ma'am, don't you wanna help the children?" The man asked again.
Seika had enough.
"NAH!" she said.
"..What?" The man was confused.
"I want ’em to work HARDER."
"Ma'am?!"
"I want them uPhones made CHEAP!"
"Wha-"
"Put them tiny hands to WORK."
"Oh my god?!"
"Sweatshops? I call that recess."
"Oh no!”
“That lithium ain’t ‘gonna mine itself!”
“MA’AM!” The man was flabbergasted.
“Make the wage match their age.”
“O-“
“In fact, don’t pay ‘em at all!”
“Oh.” The man couldn’t say anything, he couldn’t believe what the woman in-front of him was saying.
“Just do it ™“ Seika continued.
“OOOHHhhhh..” The man gave up.
“If they strike, we strike ‘em back.” Seika kept going and going.
“Ma’am, please. Think of the orphans!”
“What are you ‘gonna do, tell their parents?”
“oh GOD.”
“Made in China? More like made in preschool.”
“Ma’am! It’s for child labour.” The man expression turned back to normal.
“Oh in that case-“ Seika pulled out a pen out of nowhere.
She signed it.