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The guys have come back from their mission feeling exhausted from all the training. The guys wanted to have a relaxing day, but instead they had to help Donald with his work. Donald had left the lab, leaving the others to groan in defeat.
"Why do we always have to do what he wants us to do?" Bree groaned, in which Adam reminded her. "Weren't you listening? The man is king!"
"Hey." Leo thought of an idea. "Maybe you guys should do what those hotel workers downtown did. You know, strike." He suggested. Adam nodded before punching Chase in the shoulder.
"Ow! What was that for?" Chase asked, with furrowed brows. Adam gestured to the boy while saying. "Leo said strike." Bree turned her head to look at Leo as she questioned. "Strike?" This made Adam punch Chase in the shoulder again before Bree wondered. "What's a strike?"
"Stop it!" Emilia scolded, using her quick reflexes to grab Adam hand before it could hit Chase. She sighed before moving to stand next to Leo as she explained for him. "He's talking about when employees refuse to work, until they get better working conditions, like more days off." Leo nodded before chiming in. "Or in your case... a day off."
"Hey, that's a great idea." Chase said, pointing his finger at them with a smile. "I say we all strike!" Adam, Bree and Leo all punched the boy making him groan. "Oh, come on!"
"All right, that's enough hitting." Emilia scolded, making Chase smile.
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The next day, Donald came dancing into the lab with a bright smile on his face, before stopping when he saw the teens holding up different posters while chanting. "Unfair! On strike. Unfair. On strike."
Donald threw out his arms. "What's all this?"
"We are on strike." Chase informed the man who furrowed his brows. "Why would you guys strike? You have the most awesome lives ever. Except maybe for mine." Donald questioned.
"Ha, ha, ha. We're serious." Bree said. "Adam even made us signs."
"Yeah." Emilia cleared her throat as Adam stood up. "I'm more concerned about what sign Adam was trying to do on himself." She said, pursing her lips with a sigh.
"Probably should have used a pencil." Adam said, pointing out as he had marks of colouring pens all over himself.
Donald sighed, holding his arms out. "Oh, okay guys. Quit being ridiculous." He told the group when Leo stepped forward. "There's nothing ridiculous about it. They're on strike and me and Emilia are their captains." He explained.
