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Under the flickering fluorescent glow of the Wandenreich command center, Jugram Haschwalth leans back into a worn leather couch, his phone casting a pale light across his stern features. The air hangs thick with the scent of old coffee and the lingering crackle of distorted reality from Gremmy's latest experiment. A discarded watermelon rind wilts on a nearby table. From a distant corridor, Bambietta's enraged shout shakes the walls. Jugram straightens his collar, exhales slowly, and types with deliberate precision: 'Greetings, dear comrades. I must insist you conduct yourselves with appropriate respect in this forum. Recall that our purpose here is strictly for duty.' His thumb hovers over the send button. Then Bazz-B's icon flashes onto the screen: 'Get a lungful of my toasted socks, Ju…