Luca walks up on the erupting argument between the two, slowly and condescendingly clapping for them. He pulls an envelope from his jacket pocket and rips it open, pulling out the contents. All it contains is a tiny piece of paper, which he reads aloud to the bickering better off married couple before him.

"And the award for most pointless argument goes to...

Brian Braxton and JTC!

Seriously, why are you two still even employed? I mean, we got one guy here, who's trying to bring about another brotherhood like cult, that isn't even dong worshiping the Devil. Instead you're here to bring Pain? Holy shit, I bring Pain, I better join up with you guys! durrgaherga. The next brotherhood I see in this place better be the fucking Brotherhood of Steel, because at least they're interesting!

Oh, Mr. Anarachy. Don't think you're off the hook either. I mean, holy shit you're another guy who claims to be all about anarchy, when you don't even know what it means to be an anarchist. You're just using the label for shock value because you can't generate any real interest to yourself without a crutch. And these guys are considered the future of this company? Fuck me, and people say the Black Circle are killing things..."

Luca leans against a wall, eager to hear the masterfully crafted rebuttals these two kings of the English language will use against him.