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“That test was some heavy hadrons. I’m just a boson,” said Nick as he and Joram walked slowly back to their dorm.
“It wasn't so bad,” argued Joram.
“Yeah, and you didn't even study,” said Nick sullenly. “Hey, I don't want to go back to the dorms. Let's go drown some troubles in some energy drinks at the Kyla for awhile.”
A few minutes later, the two entered the rustic wooden decorum of the club and sat at a small table, watching the frenzied activity of the other students that mostly filled the place. This was standard fare for the Kyla, which was a popular destination for students of the college and even for other residents of the Atraville community.
“Can I get you two some pohon drinks?” asked the waiter.
Nick shook his head, “Just energy drinks.”
“Hey Dustin, it's your friends that won't fight with the energy,” said a loud voice nearby. “And look, they're not even ordering pohon, because it's got that voodoo dark energy,” he continued in a mock whiney nasal tone.
Joram and Nick turned to see their friend Dustin Rajongo, Neal Groep, and some others of the Group sitting with Chris Venatio around a larger table nearby.
“Just ignore them,” said Nick quietly.
Joram nodded in agreement, but that didn't stop Dustin from responding.
“They're not friends anymore,” they heard Dustin answer.
“They're probably with the Champions,” a voice sounding like Neal said.
“Those spinning massless gluons,” added another voice.
“You'll find out just how massless we are,” yelled a separate voice that sounded distinctively like Briel Gimei. Joram whirled around to see Briel, Harley Impropio, Todd Vals, and Stacy Delecto around another nearby table. Briel was standing and angrily pointing at the table with the Neal and Dustin while Harley looked on admiringly.
“Yeah, we will,” growled Neal. “Why don't you sit your big protonic behind down until the big match, or would you rather have it right now?”
Briel looked like he would go for the second idea if Todd hadn't grabbed his shirt. “Briel, let's just leave them for now,” he said loudly with his characteristic big smile. “We can pound them at the tournament.”
“Look at that! They even know they're massless gluons,” Neal yelled as they left the Kyla.
“They've never been defeated,” said Tim Buzi, a stocky guy with plenty of punch. “Are we sure these new weapons will do it?”
“Positronically,” responded Chris Venatio.
“How do you know? The Champions are using the energy.”
“Yeah,” argued Chris, “but we’ve also got the Rupters.”
“We’re like still pipes,” said the portly Bill Manias. “Nobody can push us over. We stay up do matter what.”
“Hey,” piped Mario Rassembler like he just had a great idea. “That’s who we are, we’re the steel pipes! That’s our group.”
"The steel pipes," chanted the guys around the table, sticking their arms up in the air and clenching their fists, making a mock symbol of a pipe. "The Pipes," they chanted over and over. “We're the Pipes.”
Narration provided by Howard Douglas, based on discussions with Mario Rassembler.
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