Timin continues to draw my suspicion with his totally innocent and perfectly timed remarks. "Golly. Someone should record all of this for later. Maybe in an autobiographical novelization called It Hurt My Eyes? Just a suggestion." He hasn't made a mistake yet. He's TOO good. Always worthy of suspicion.
Stu, meanwhile, seems bent on offending each and every member of the club as deeply as he can with the kind of wayward deliberateness of someone who's having far too much fun for his own good. He's TOO rotten. Also worthy of a closer look.
It's still just a feeling deep in my gut, but I say that Timin and Stu are plants. Timin for sure. Stu.. maybe not so sure. I could be talked out of it. His relation to Guth is one point that makes it more unlikely than Timin, who came out of nowhere, but it could be done. I'm almost tempted to think that they're working in concert. A kind of 'angel vs. demon' thing. Which means that Timin is probably to REAL badguy. Heh. I'm not sure that even I buy that.

They're... they could be... it seems like they might be.... a test. A test for the whole club. A test that the General knows about. I don't know if she's responsible for it, but it looks like she's pretty eager for the outcome. Of course, I could be wrong, and T could be laughing at me. Either way, we'll find out in the future, I'm sure.

-Wish
Happiness was just a word to me...