(after the loss to DRX, Dictator aspas walks into the room.)
artzin: My-my general, Aspas.
aspas: artzin, look at me. In fact, you too, Cortezia and xenom. What does this face look like?
cortezia: di-disappointment?
aspas: Yes. But why am I disappointed?
xenom: so-sorry we failed you, my lord.
aspas: Apologies will not cut it. Not in MY MIBR. Verno, you did not let me down. but YOU THREE! I'd do better with three clones of tex on my team than you! YOU'RE ALL FIRED!
(the three leave the room)
fRoD: Look, my lord, I've got three choices ready to replace them.
aspas: You know what, take one of them away. Put tex on this team. While we cannot clone him, we can put him on to to some extent prove my point to them.Tell that to Nandinnn.
fRoD: y-yes. Who else do you want?
aspas: Seeing as I want to win, add zekken to this team. And also my old comrade from LEV, mazino.
fRoD: Co-consider it done.
(2026 begins)
(they reach upper final)
aspas: Okay, we reached the final. Now I can prove my point that I'd play better with tex on this team than those idiots.
(they lose three consecutive finals)
aspas: Not the first time this has happened. I am not disappointed.
(they miss out on London)
aspas: Not like this team would have done well there anyway. Masters 2 is the bane of my existence. And we have EWC results that are signs of progress. And ZEKKEN! YOU ENTRY FIRST
Zekken: y-yes, my lord.
(MIBR lose to new LOUD, or whenever they lose.)
aspas: xenom? cortezia? artzin? PLEASE COME BACK, I NEED YOU! I'M SORRY I FIRED YOU ALL.


