Before they can leave, they run into Genocider Jack

Now wearing her happi closed, Angie looked, to the casual eye, as if she was fully dressed, with the exception of one missing shoe and her usual shell necklace. The fact that her robe was closed at all would be a significant difference from her average way of dressing that might get a few remarks, but otherwise, there was no reason to rush. Angie was carefree at the best of times, so she chatted with Gonta easily while the two walked together. Gonta, for his part, was relieved to see that nothing had changed between the two of them...

But he couldn't get the image out of his head... Angie, with her butt up in the air, barely covered... a side of her he'd never seen before. Whenever he thought about it, his head felt funny... he began to feel like he was back in the jungle, living the life of a beast, for some reason. Perhaps clothes were what separated the civilized world from the wild one...

Angie, for her part, didn't seem worried about the earlier "punishment of Atua" at all. When Gonta had asked about it, she simply laughed it off. "Nyahaha! Atua is a huffy god who forgets why he was mad if you just wait a little while! There's no reason to worry about that. There'll be plenty more chances to make statues for him. We've all still got a couple years, here together, right, Gonta?" she asked, bobbing her head from side to side cheerfully as she walked. "Though, that's all the more reason I don't want everyone to be thinking about be naked all the time. There's a bunch of naked statues of me now, you know? You gotta take responsibility and give me lots of blood to make up for it."

"No worry, Angie! Gonta have plenty blood to give!" Gonta agreed, smiling happily and thanking her for the opportunity. "Gonta gentleman, full of blood!"

"Gonta full of blood, huh? Brought enough for the whole class?" a voice spoke up from behind them. It sounded a bit like Toko... but when they turned around, the face she was making seemed to turn her into a whole different person. Her tongue was hanging so far out of her mouth that it looked more like a tie from a distance. Her red eyes were screwed into uncharacteristically insane-looking red slits. The whites of her shark-toothed grin showed just over her tongue as her mouth simply hung open. She placed one hand over Angie's shoulder and the other around Gonta's waist, acting like their old friend, even as she held a pair of dangerous-looking scissors in each hand. There was probably a reason why all the other students had disappeared from the class.

"Toko! Wow, you look like you got really inspired by the lesson after all! Atua is a god of transformation too! Look how happy she is now, nyahaha!" Angie giggled, seeming utterly unworried about the presence of those scissors.

"Kyehaha! Yeah, she's super happy!" Toko agreed, grinning ear to ear. "Genocide Jack is super happy because she spotted a new hunky glasses boy! Humina humina! Where've they been hiding you, deep in the Congo?" she questioned, her eyes scanning over Gonta's body obviously. "Well, these days, I've got my eyes on someone else! But that doesn't mean I won't spend a little time doing your tailoring, if you catch my drift!!" Giggling wickedly and winking one eye, she snipped her scissors up and down and ran one hand along Gonta's wrist.

"Alriiight, alright," Angie chuckled, breaking free from the hold and raising her hands. "You may be the Ultimate Murderous Fiend, Toko-"

"Please, call me Jack, Gie-gie!" she encouraged Angie.

"Okay, Jack! You may be the Ultimate Murderous Fiend, Jack, but there's no murdering on campus. They put up all those signs, remember? No murders!" Angie reminded her new friend.

The sometimes-murderer clipped her scissors idly again and made a forlorn expression. "I knooow, right? It's like they put up a sign that says 'no art' or 'no bugs!' You guys get me!" she sobbed.

"No bugs!? That really bugs Gonta!"

"Yeah! So listen, I'm just going to let out my frustration by using these scissors. I'm actually trying to get into tailoring! I'll be the Ultimate Tailor. Nobody's taken that yet, right?" Jack continued, doing her best Angie imitation by tilting her head to a near 90 degree angle.

Angie matched the gesture, while scratching her head with one finger. "Nah! But there's a cosplayer. You better talk to her first about gimmick infringement!"

"Doh! Oh well. Hey, how about this: the Ultimate Clothes Thrasher! I've got the equipment and the skill-set for that! There's a hell of a lot of demand for it lately, too. Plus, that big boy there is a mighty fine practice target! Lots of fabric and lots of boy underneath, kyeehahaha!"

"Nyahaha!"

"Ha ha ha... Wait... No!" Gonta complained, swiping both hands in protest. "Clothes only thing protecting breakdown society! If no clothes, Gonta feel... funny!"

"Mmmmmm, I wanna see Gonta with no clothes! I think that'd make me feel pretty funny too!" Jack agreed, cheerfully clicking her scissors.

"Now now, Jack. Society is an important part of organized religion. No clothes means no special membership t-shirts and memorabilia for me to sell for the followers of Atua," Angie scolded the former murderer. "I'm gonna have to put a stop to you."

But was it even possible for Angie and Gonta together to stop the Ultimate Clothes Thrasher?