You were heading to lunch, and plopped your stuff down on a random table. You began to eat your food eagerly. But just a few minutes in, the table shakes and you almost jump out of your seat when- WHAM- a hand slammed on the center of the table.

You froze in your tracks and looked up to find Sunny, Brella, Laundry Basket, and Lip Gloss are staring at you with smug and unwelcoming looks.

Lip Gloss leans in close to you with a scowl. “You,” she says with quite the enunciation. “Are at my table.”