TRF declares war on NIF.
"First Spambots, then what? Hacks?" an infuriated Park Kraken pounds his fist.
"We already have hacks! Gue! [/snarky remark]" interrupts Beff Pike
"We've got sexbots," Heir Raktus points out. "In fact, my old company.."
"Hey! Weren't you married to Jade Doment?"
Heir Raktus falls silent.
"NIF is different that TRF.." start Corise...
"Shut-up you NIF sympathizer!" Telan Desaria regally intrudes.
"If you are not with us, you're against us!" Park Kraken interjects.
"I have registered my screenname here..." Corise starts..'
"Enough with the technical jargon!" Wes Vos cries.
"TRF is not the math faction!" Irtar calls out from the back.
"Hey you nerdy fucks! Bye you nerdy fucks!" shouts a voice.
"Who was that?" Park Kraken asks indignantly.
"Gash." Ahnk remarks.
"Ahnk is here?" someone calls out.
"Actually, it's Yossarian," Zark interjects.
"I'd expect that answer from someone trying to be Gash's third nipple," Ahnk responds.
"What? What? Where are the nipples?" enters Seth Vinda.
"NIF. But I will find them! I am god like that." Kach Thorton speaks up.
"I am," Heir Raktus follows.
"So, Corise, where are the fucking NIF nipples?" Wes Vos demands.
"What?" Corise is confused.
"I know how to find them," enters Dolash.
"HOW?" everyone demands.
Dolash smiles expectantly.
"I brought my secret weapon. It will bring NIF to our yard."
Milkshake steps in.
"What about my sexbots?" Heir asks confused.