As the sun set on the survivors of Northampton, the vote was clear: Broseph McBrosephson, aka Chunky Bro, would be the next to die. Broseph tried to rally the Resistance against its real enemy, Dr. Ellicott-Chatham, but it was too little, too late. "I thought we were Bros, but I guess not," said Broseph, disappointedly.
Broseph had an unusual request for his executioners: if he must be killed, he wanted it to be by his own hand. "Very well," said Dr. Ellicott-Chatham, "to optimize your Fourier-Goldman Happiness factor, we will allow you to perform your own execution."
"Wait, wouldn't the way to optimize my happiness be to NOT kill me?" responded Broseph.
"Yes, but that wouldn't optimize MY happiness factor," said the Doctor.
The method the Doctor had organized for the execution was simple (relatively speaking). He had a button which when pressed would send a signal to Station to fire its laser at Broseph. He gave the button to Broseph, so that he could decide the moment of his own death. Broseph pondered for a moment and said his final words, "I'll see you Bros in Hell!" He pushed the button and a laser shot down from the sky, instantly vaporizing him.
"Well, now that we've got Chunky Bro out of the way, we're in the majority!" exclaimed Dr. Ellicott-Chatham. "Let's finish this thing!"
"It's been convenient for us how quiet you've been, Dora. The Resistance might have appreciated your skills as a protector," said Wil, as he pulled out a concealed liquor bottle and used it to murder Dora.
"I'll get you bastards! I didn't go berserk for nothing!" screamed Elliott as he charged toward Dale, slashing Dale's throat with his knife. Dr. Ellicott-Chatham picked up the button and pressed it, obliterating the vigilante Elliott, finally extinguishing the Resistance.
Infiltrators Win!