Winning Isn't Everything, But Losing Sucks
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'If you can't beat 'em, arrange to have them beaten.'
Gansley's eyes narrowed at the next line of the computerized message on the check-in panel screen.
'But make sure not to ally yourselves with a computerized kid who'll double-cross you.'
"What is this?" Nesbitt demanded.
"I heard about this from that group of kids," Lector put in. "They were talking about it when they came in here the other day."
"And?" Crump prompted.
"They're having some sort of prank/insult war," Lector replied. "And I guess we're next up to be hit."
Johnson growled. "Why are they coming after us? Isn't our punishment bad enough already without dealing with insults?"
Crump shrugged his stunted shoulders. "I guess they don't think so."
Gansley sighed. "Every time I think things can't get worse, they do."
Nesbitt nodded, his faceplate creaking with the movement. "Last time it was the extended hours of the park – every day of the week," he agreed.
"So what are we going to do about this?" Lector asked.
"Nothing," Johnson said decisively.
"What?!" the other four members of the former Big 5 chorused.
"There's nothing we can do," Johnson pointed out.
At that, all their faces fell. Johnson – or as he was better known now, Judge Man – was right.
Losing sucked. Big time.
And with that, the Big 5, formerly the board of directors of KaibaCorp, now trapped forever in the bodies of their Noah's World Deck Masters – miniature metal versions of their Noah's World Deck Masters; basically chibi robots – went back to enduring the rest of the injustice they were subjected to by their former employer.
Johnson AKA Judge Man, Gansley AKA Deep Sea Warrior, Crump AKA Nightmare Penguin, Nesbitt AKA Robotic Night, Lector AKA Jinzo, far from running a multi-billion dollar company…
…were now animatronic greeters at the entrance KaibaLand.
Losing really sucked.