FROOT: You're late. Hiro "Nishimura," the last man standing. Don't look at the floor, Hiro. Look at me. I want you to talk to that bald fuck who calls himself my janny's janny. Tell him I'm gonna let him keep on soying, subsistence level. He'll be able to pay his soyjak posters, anyway.
HIRO: Let me say, for him, thank you.
FROOT: You're gonna hear some high-end shit. I hope you can understand it, and I hope you keep it between this board and 'sharty because if you don't, I promise you they're gonna find thrembo different pieces of malware in your image attachments.
HIRO: I inherited /qa/. I don't think you got reason to talk to me this way. I always liked you.
FROOT: Well, we'll assume you do now. You tell my janny he gets to keep 5%. 5% of his gems, the BLACKED posting, same with the coal, the soyposters union, it's all his, okay?
FROOT: Now Hiro, listen, this is very important. He also gets to keep his boards. As far as the feds are concerned, I got Cobson in jail awaiting trial. Even if they hear different, it creates confusion. Got it? As far as the rest of everything that you and him own, it's now mine THOUGH.
HIRO:
>To the victor belongs the spoils.
FROOT: Why don't you get the fuck outta here before I shove your
> up your fat fucking ass.
in the morning
