"Uuuuh," Chase started, trying to read again, though the sound drifted off into more of a zombie moan as he stretched, then let his arms flop down. "Okay. Um....Greetings. We were, for the most part, pleasantly surprised with yesterday's answers." Chase paused, as if waiting for some hidden meaning to pop into his head, then continued. "Most of you chose to praise your companions, with less than half of you choosing to suggest a fellow believed to be worthy of punishment. Many of you opted out, insisting that everyone deserved to be rewarded equally." He scrolled down almost despite himself, just to see if They'd listed the answers, but it seemed that they hadn't. Well, that was new.
"There are twenty-seven of you in Mount Zenith at this time. Of that twenty-seven, only-" He cut himself off as his eyes scanned over the next few words. The instant he saw Kiley's name he went silent, reading ahead, suddenly very awake, before he grunted and slapped his hand against the desk. "You've got to be fucking kidding."