(transcipt from private VPN on Shanghai New Valley Campus)
Brain: Are you the Martian People's Front?
Neg: Fuck off!
Neg: Martian People's Front. We're the People's Front of Mars! Martian People's Front. Cawk.
Brain: Can I... join your group?
Neg: No. Piss off.
Brain: I didn't want to sell this stuff. It's only a job. I hate the Hypercorps as much as anybody.
People's Front of Mars: Shhhh. Shhhh. Shhh. Shh. Shhhh.
Jud: Are you sure?
Brain: Oh, dead sure. I hate the Hypercorps already.
Neg: Listen. If you wanted to join the P.F.M., you'd have to really hate the Hypercorps.
Brain: I do!
Neg: Oh, yeah? How much?
Brain: A lot!
Neg: Right. You're in. Listen. The only people we hate more than the Hypercorps are the fucking Martian People's Front.
Fry: And the Martian Popular Front.
P.F.M.: Yeah. Oh, yeah. Splitters. Splitters...
LORETTA: And the People's Front of Mars.
P.F.M.: Yeah. Splitters. Splitters...
LORETTA: The People's Front of Mars. Splitters.
Neg: We're the People's Front of Mars!
LORETTA: Oh. I thought we were the Popular Front.
Neg: People's Front! C-huh.
Fry: Whatever happened to the Popular Front, Neg?
Neg: He's over there.