It is now lunchtime and two students in particular are attempting to get into the right mood:

"Bok bok bok bok bok!" Rickard and Hampus imitate as chickens as they enter the cafeteria.

Following behind them is Max Friberg, another Swedish student, who corrects them: "Boys, those are chickens. Not turkeys."

Beau then breezes by them, saying, "Turkeys go 'gobble gobble.'"

Rickard and Hampus immediately fix their act: "Gobble gobble!"

"Gobble gobble!"

They go into the back of the line.

Then from up above, feedback is heard from the PA speaker. ERRRRRRRRRIIIIIIII!!!

Everyone immediately place their hands over their ears, grimacing. "UGHR!!!"

The feedback then squeaks away and Harry's voice crackles in. "Sorry! Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!"

Nick looks up from his plate, lowering down his hands from his ears. "Oh, you're back, God! I'll get seconds for you." He begins to get up.

Brandon begins to tell Nick: "Rich, that's..." but is too late as he sees his friend already getting into line.

Harry continues speaking through the PA: "I hope you're enjoy Turkey Thursday. And don't forget after you've eaten your turkey to vote for not a turkey!"

Everyone gazes around the cafeteria in confusion. "What?"

"You vote for a president!" Harry's voice bellows into the atmosphere. "In the computer room! Vote for your ASB president! Did you hear me? VOTE FOR YOUR ASB PRESIDENT IN THE COMPUTER ROOM! ASB! A! S—!"

Harry's voice disappears as the PA is cut off.

Now everyone glances around the room awkwardly. "Uhhh..."

The feedback of the PA slices through the room, making everyone groan and cover their ears once again.

Harry's voice then come back on, this time in a much calmer tone. "And vice president too. And treasurer. And-and-is that it?"

"I tink so...," Niall is heard saying in the background.

"JUST VOTE!" Harry yells. "IN THE COMPUTER ROOM!"

There is a few shuffling sounds before Niall says loud and clear: "If I were you, I would vote for the Beau, because he likes food and that's me man."

"Niall, you can't just put your favourites out there!" Louis exclaims in the background. "No favouritism!"

"So?"

Another shuffle is heard. "Ugh, just vote!" Liam commands the students.

"Thank you!" Harry thanks loudly, before the PA is cut off again.

From an empty lunch table, John growls, "Beau is not running for president!" He angrily crumbles the wrapper of his turkey sandwich with his fist.

From another lunch table packed with students, Evelyna cheers on: "Vote for Vladdy!"

Vlad, who is next to her, is mindlessly enjoying the slices of provolone cheese from his sandwich.

Then, most of the students abruptly get up from their seats and file out from the cafeteria to vote for their future ASB president and others. All who is left in the cafeteria are Evelyna, Vlad, John, Mrs. Cramarossa, who is the lunch lady, and her son, Joseph Cramarossa, who is next to her.

In silence, Vlad gets up from his seat with his tray and makes his way to the empty counter. He holds out his tray to Mrs. Cramarossa with massive, pleading eyes. "Can I has more cheese?"

Joseph immediately leans over to Vlad with his palms pressed against the counter. "No. That's why you didn't make it on the team in the first place."

"Joseph!" Mrs. Cramarossa snaps with a gasp.

"What? It's true," he tells his mother flatly. "He got sick."

Evelyna storms up to the counter, halting next to Vlad. She wraps her arms around him while scowling at Joseph. "Give him the cheese!"

"If you like cheese so much, go vote for it." He makes the motion with both of his hands to shoo them off.

Evelyna takes Vlad's hand. "Come on, Vladdy, let's go vote for you and for more cheese, just for you!" She pulls him away from the counter, making him leave his tray behind, and leads him to the doors of the cafeteria. "And maybe vote to get rid of Anti-Kuch," she adds on quietly.

"CHEESE!" Vlad exclaims as he is led out of the room.