(Mr Trollface would walk into a fancy steakhouse and take a seat,)
Server: can I start you off with anything today?
Mr T: I’ll take the house salad with some balsamic please…
Server: alright,
(Eventually, The exotic creator would walk in as their would be audible gasping in the restaurant)
EC: good evening Mr Trollface..
Mr T: alright, why did you want to meet me? Is it about your whole little Roman gag?
EC: precisely, as I’ve reviewed, your military is top notch in the field of physical power and technological advancements, I have come here to recruit your said company to help in the conquest of the inkperial era!
Mr T: listen buddy, I’m not gonna just expel my company for some silly little “cause” I’m not some charity..
EC: I was afraid you’d say that… (he eventually pulled out a briefcase with a few checks and some pictures)
EC: if you decide to join us, we will be giving you 2% of the land we take for you, we will be promoting your company, and give you a starting 3.1 billion dollars in checks.
Mr T: I’m gonna need a little more than that…