FF1 is pacing nervously around the bakery. To help himself organize, he does work, it always clears his mind. The sweek aroma of Super Strawberry Cake drifts through the halls on hidden twitches of wind, and everyone gets a little hungery. This is the third cake FF has made today, he's really needed to clear out his head of all the clutter of his life before this. He can't help but wonder why he has such a bad memory or the previous day. Is it amnisia? Just exauhstion? Or did he just forget? He can't remember. As FF1 starts making the batter for a fourth cake, he thinks about the days events. When he moves he always thinks better, and everything is slowly moving around his tired head. FF stops for a moment as he hears something, spots Spencer wandering around, all confused and trying to organize his thoughts as well. FF gives him some advice, always think well on what you post, then decides it's time to listen to himself. FF1 begins to construct a "self-save" plan, hoping he won't get his bum lynched in this idiotic Mayor's little game.