"Me? In charge...?" Mao echoed, staring at Sheik. "Tch, I wish. Maybe if I was, we'd actually be able to go home by now." He didn't know how they could do it yet, but he would find a way. He'd at least be better at it than anyone else here. "Besides... does this look like a school campus to you?" He hooked his thumbs into the top of his shorts.

"As far as I know, there are two different groups of people who could be in charge of this place. One of them is called the Organization. They're usually talked about the most. The other lives in City Hall. Apparently they burst in and decided to take the city for themselves. According to my research, there are at least three of them in there now, including one 'Mistress of All Evil,' a Lord of the Dead, and some pirate captain. I've never heard of any of them," he explained. "Oi, I'm not an Abbot! I'm nothing like one!"