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Little Beaver's roaring campfire has caused the spirits of the war lodge to throw yet another one of their tantrums.
Outside the sun beats down on Spaghetti Town from a cloudless sky, but inside fierce rains soak all the young WWA prospects to the bone and render much of the exercise equipment unusable.
Some girls take shelter in the shower, ironically one of the only rooms in the dojo that isn't sopping wet.
Through it all Little Beaver flails wildly; those familiar with Oppai customs (of which there are currently none in the dojo) will know she's performing the calming dance, an ancient ritual meant to placate angry spirits.
The smoke alarms give one final chirp and the dojo goes dark.
The sprinklers have shorted out all electronics.
The rains cease and Little Beaver smiles.
The spirits have been appeased.
