(Number 11 appears to be cut off.)

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Rainier: Wow strict rules... If I was a G-52, I'd probably be excommunicated to the moon over leading a group of friends to perform Day-O in our banana-themed marching band uniforms as a response to Trudeau wearing blackface and getting reelected at the time.

Chuong: Most likely but in the end, several Canadian G-52s told you to stop singing that song and laughing like a hyena over that. Instead, you broke out the marching band performance with banana shakos before fleeing all the way to Korea to try to avoid punishment.

Zax: My country has a lot of weird town names, like Ding Dong in Texas. To become a G-52 requires discipline to not giggle at their names. Speaking of that, I think having a G-52 recruit read a list of weird town and city names without laughing before they officially become a G-52 should be a requirement.

(Sorry about that. Fixed it.)

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Super C: I sadly might have kicked you out of the organization over that. Fortunately, you redeemed yourself with your heroic actions and the coup, so I might have overruled it and let you back in. And Zax, you just gave me a brilliant idea.

*He writes that down.*

Cripto: *to Zax* Do the jokes you hear about the name "Ding Dong" refer to "ding, dong," as in a doorbell, as in a stupid person, or as in the snack food by Hostess?

Zax: I usually think of the doorbell or the snack food in question.

Cripto: The doorbell would pop up in my mind first.

Blue: So all this is something that the G-52s have to obey and follow to keep this group going?

Super C: Yes, it is. It's also why I've downright rejected many wannabes who have too big of an ego.

Omega: This is the sole reason by the way, why if you did ask me, why I would not join.

A large part of my identity is a Chaotic Neutral, as I just get into as quoted "Batshit insane things".

This follows if I decide to mildly infuriate my friends or do something that results in the planet getting exterminatus, get yelled at for a distance, or have done something that would be equivalent to me having a mental breakdown while yelling at a computer war game for something really dumb the AI had done.

*Cripto's powers {BLEEP} out the profanities.*

Super C: Stay true to yourself; we don't care. We're not hiring right now anyways.

Okay