Another episode was done and dealt with.
The S! had stumbled in their step for the first time in their team's existence, resulting in a traumatic incident leading to their first ever loss. It doesn't take the intellect of Golf Ball (or some other sport globule) to figure out that that's no good; losing meant being up for Cake at Stake, Cake at Stake meant the possibility of elimination, and elimination meant being disappeared into some algebralian's pocket dimension and getting tortured, perhaps forever. As soon as the cameras stopped rolling, as soon as the gravity of their situation began to set in, everyone began pointing fingers and shouting about who dealt the crippling blow and when. Absolutely *nobody* wanted to be held responsible, and *absolutely* nobody wanted to come to terms with their inevitable suffering.
All except for one, anyway.
Yellow Face is a businessman. He deals with business. In such a ferocious and competitive world as this, one has to develop a number of skills and competencies in order to keep up with the best of the best, making untold millions in the process. One such talent in his repertoire was the ability to assess and take risks, being willing to gamble for the sake of a *massive* payout.
Entering the Battle for Dream Island was a risk. He knew all that it had to offer when he decided to join in, watching the first season 2,763 times (give or take) before finally deciding to take the plunge. The chance of getting thrown into a metal box and being forgotten about for months and years was high, but the amount of publicity, fame, and fortune that he could net from being in it was far too great to ignore. Even if he didn't end up winning the eponymous landmass, he'd most likely be able to earn enough money to just buy it outright; after all, that speaker box has some troubles with financing, no?
And so, when once again faced with the threat of being relegated to the dustbin of history, the salesman maintained a calm, collected composure. He knew that if he wanted to maximize the potential of this great opportunity, he had to play a balanced, delicate game to stay in the competition. He had to be flashy and expressive enough to capture the eye and adoration of countless millions, but not *too* expressive as to end up getting tiring. He's played these games for years and years now, constantly refining and sharpening his skills to improve his odds. He ran the numbers, and he *knew* with certainty that he wasn't going to get the boot. It wasn't even going to be close. Sure, losing some poor soul was going to be bad, harming his chances in the long run, but that's just the name of the game.
With basically nothing to worry about, Yellow Face allowed the torrent of shouting and bickering to go right past him; the near-deafening volumes going in one ear and straight out the other. Living in such a volatile market was his entire lifestyle, and he was able to easily tune it out. Instead of worrying about who's gonna get eliminated (and what it entails), he was just thinking about the money.
It always was the money. It was the one thing he thought about outside of the Battle for Dream Island- and even *that* had profit in mind.
His eyes, those soulless dots, lazily drifted around as he watched the rest of The S! fight amongst themselves. He didn't want to waste any more time in this shouting match than he needed to; everyone knows the famous saying about time, after all. But leaving too soon would net him the ire of his team. Considering that he'd have to rely on them for a bit longer, that was going to cost him. And so, he remained right where he was. He'd hold his tongue, even as some of the insults were directed his way.
His eyes naturally wandered to the center of attention, like any consumer would. Though everyone had their own ways of putting it, they all agreed that Clock was the one mostly responsible for their big blunder. The plan was already well laid out: they built the stage, they'd have the salesman perform whatever he wanted (good PR and all that), and that'd be that. But the timekeeper just *had* to gush about Winner, couldn't keep it in for more than 2.763 seconds. He ruined the whole thing, and Two ended up giving them a zero out of ten. Most unfortunate.
