The Dayman glanced above his head and saw the "200*". And thought it was quite a tiny, peasant like number. Certainly unworthy of someone with such a dazzling codpiece on display. The mention of his codpiece, of course, warranted a peek at his peak. The Dayman looked down at his conspicuous crotch covering, which was now emblazoned with an asterisks.<br/><br/>'Of course! This number is 200xcodpiece! Royal points are quite potent you realize. A codpiece is worth exactly pi, for you unaware commoners, because pie is quite a delicacy in the kingdom. What a power increase!"<br/><br/>He saw Scarlet pouting on the floor, doing nothing, which was not uncommon for lower classes to do of course. Quite a lazy people. Perched on their stoops all day. People will jog by yelling "Hey stoop kid! Come down off your stoop!" But alas, they never do. Quite a depressing way to live.<br/><br/>At any rate, The Dayman became momentarily inspired.<br/><br/>"Of course! What better a way is there to bring down a market than to simply not participate! We shall use the power of peasantry to defeat this foe! A boycott it is."<br/><br/>The Dayman began to pull out picket signs from his infinity belt that read "Occupy Stormfront", and tossed one at Scarlet's feet. He then unveiled a small army of tents, porta potties, a Jamba Juice, some bands, and an entire crowd of hipsters whose power levels were exactly "1" across the board. Because that is what living in a commune gets you, children. That is your reward.<br/><br/>The Dayman sat down next to Scarlet with his own picket sign and the crowd gathered around them both, and awaited victory.