NPF Avatars 5 - Capitalism Has Made It This Way

[POS Industries]

"Why is POS Industries under attack? Why is Doukhobor Labs doing this?"

"Perhaps I can field that question, my dear," Doug Doukhobor replied from his floating monitor as it hovered next to Mauve, "You see, we at Doukhobor Laboratories have a dream, the dream of bringing new technological advancements to the NPF community at a fair price. A massive corporate like POS Industries is only after your money, and they'll not think twice about squashing in the small business owners and mom-and-pop operations under their boot to do it. Why, did you know that POS Industries refuses to inspect every single shipping crate out of foreign ports for explosives? POS Industries clearly supports terrorism! Not to mention the slave wages paid to their employees and lack of benefits...."

"Now wait just a kitten-hugging minute!" Rei interrupted, leaping to the stands after having left Asheth to her own devices and addressing Mauve, "Let me tell you something, Mean Gene: Doug Doukhobor is a chump that likes to run his mouth about how his company's better than POS Industries. He likes to say how we don't pay our workers and how we support the terrorists, brother, but he won't tell you how he used to work for us and all he did was steal our designs and take a bunch of our equipment to make a name for himself in this business. And the Rei-ster's here to tell you, brother, that he can build his robotroopers, say his prayers, take his vitamins, and put out his smear campaigns but when it all comes to pass, brother, the name POS Industries, the company POS Industries, is too much for him to compete with..."

Grabbing the microphone, Rei pointed her finger at Doug's face on the screen, "Now, what'cha gonna do, brother? What'cha gonna do when POSamania runs wild on YOU?!"

As everyone in the immediate vicinity stared at the android as she began flexing and growling energetically, a dumbfounded Doug finally stammered, "Uhhhhh...... Wait, aren't you supposed to all smiley and happy all the time? What's the deal with all--"

"Huh? Oh right," Rei snapped out of her spiel and pressed the button that read "Power" on the bottom left hand corner of Doug's floating monitor, his face vanishing from the screen as it dropped to the ground with a dull crack.

"Woohoo!" Rei cheered as the crab battle continued to rage on behind her, "A winner is me!"