But Taylor ain't about consensus; she says the pizzas will last them all of one day: "The pizza's what we want. The microwave's what we need," she says. Anjay's pro-microwave too, while Mike says they don't always have to pick what the town "needs," and he even makes air quotes when he says needs. Laurel's also pro-pizza, and tries to point how badly the rest of the town seems to want pizza. Tough noogies, is Taylor's opinion, as it's the council's job to make a decision. Mike wants to know what happens when the kids start moaning and complaining about the microwave. For Taylor's response, read yon episode title.

Council comes back to deliver their decision. Jonathan asks if it's unanimous, and Mike says it most definitely was not. And the reward? The microwave. The council is about five seconds from being lynched, as the kids erupt with indignation and fury. Taylor silences everybody by shouting even louder than they are, and explains that they need the microwave. Mike makes the extremely unwise decision of publicly disagreeing with his fellow council member. When you get home, Mike, ask your parents what "united front" means. Even Laurel, who stumped for pizza, wants him to hush. Taylor yells "Deal with it!" at least three times, but this time, Taylor, the kids will not deal. They will not. And we go to commercial with Taylor, bug-eyed, rapidly criss-crossing her arms in front her face. This must be how her parents signify "deal with it" in quiet places like church.

Later on, back in Bonanza City, the rage from Pizzageddon is subsiding, but Taylor's attitude is not sitting well with the other kids. D.K. is particularly choked, and he's holding forth on a porch: "I am upset at Taylor because she is so ridiculously disrespectful. And I'm not going to deal with that. I am fourteen years old, and you are eleven; don't ever talk to me like that!" Heh. No appointed council position could ever trump three years' age difference when it comes to conferring authority, man. Elsewhere, Taylor's walking with one of her cronies, who's mimicking the other kids: "'We need to have pizza!'" "They need to get over it," says Taylor. Because you can't spell "Marie Antoinette" without "Taylor." Sort of. I mean, you'd have a Y and an L left over, but...anyway.