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Zart
shook
his
head
.
"
Okay
.
You
're
next
,
Frypan
.
"
The
cook
smiled
through
his
beard
and
sat
up
straighter
.
"
Shank
's
got
more
guts
than
I
've
fried
up
from
every
pig
and
cow
in
the
last
year
.
"
He
paused
,
as
if
expecting
a
laugh
,
but
none
came
.
"
How
stupid
is
this
--
he
saves
Alby
's
life
,
kills
a
couple
of
Grievers
,
and
we
're
sitting
here
yappin
'
about
what
to
do
with
him
.
As
Chuck
would
say
,
this
is
a
pile
of
klunk
.
"
Thomas
wanted
to
walk
over
and
shake
Frypan
's
hand
--
he
'd
just
said
exactly
what
Thomas
himself
had
been
thinking
about
all
of
this
.
"
So
what
're
ya
recommendin
'
?
"
Newt
asked
.
Frypan
folded
his
arms
.
"
Put
him
on
the
freaking
Council
and
have
him
train
us
on
everything
he
did
out
there
.
"
Voices
erupted
from
every
direction
,
and
it
took
Newt
half
a
minute
to
calm
everyone
down
.
Thomas
winced
;
Frypan
had
gone
too
far
with
that
recommendation
,
almost
invalidating
his
well-stated
opinion
of
the
whole
mess
.
"
All
right
,
writin
'
her
down
,
"
Newt
said
as
he
did
just
that
,
scribbling
on
a
notepad
.
"
Now
everyone
keep
their
bloody
mouths
shut
,
I
mean
it
.
You
know
the
rules
--
no
idea
's
unacceptable
--
and
you
'll
all
have
your
say
when
we
vote
on
it
.
"
He
finished
writing
and
pointed
to
the
third
member
of
the
Council
,
a
kid
Thomas
had
n't
met
yet
with
black
hair
and
a
freckly
face
.
"
I
do
n't
really
have
an
opinion
,
"
he
said
.
"
What
?
"
Newt
asked
angrily
.
"
Lot
of
good
it
did
to
choose
you
for
the
Council
,
then
.
"
