User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-5837525-20150622023217

Orbit: Of course. Best of luck to you in Trotham. I'd best be joining Flashfire myself before I keep her waiting. ...Ironworks, do what you must -- within reasonable constraints -- but if your research turns up nothing, get rid of it. Or I will.

(Firing up the teleporter once more, Orbit warps down to the rooftop Flashfire was waiting on.)

Orbit: Apologies if I kept you.

(Jennetson and three of his employees sit around a standard boardroom table.)

Jennetson: Yeah, yeah, yeah, hang on a minute. Anyone else got anything?

Employee #1: We could say the robots came from outer space.

Jennetson: That's stupid. Who's ever heard of robots from outer space? Next.

Employee #2: A malicious computer program that took on a life of its own and rose up against its pony creators.

Jennetson: Getting there... Anything else?

Employee #3: Um... What he just said, except also Spider-Mane.

Jennetson: PERFECT! Good brainstorming session, folks. Let's break for lunch. Now, uh, what can I do you, Mr...?