"Little from Column A, little from Column B. Both of you, look at Las Nevadas. Do you think that Quackity is--do you think that it's good for the server, for Quackity to have power? Do you like Quackity? Do you trust him? Not you, Q, I mean--you know, the other Quackity."

He looks at Las Nevadas. He looks, uncertainly, at Ranboo. 

Ranboo hums noncommittally. "I think it's not, it's not the best idea, yeah. I'm not really, I don't dislike him too much, but. I mean, what you want to do, it's just--it's just competition, right? So it helps--it, you know, it helps everyone."

"...yeah, basically that." 

"Do either of you actually dislike ... anyone?"

"I fucking hate more people than exist on this server, it just doesn't come up much." 

"Hm. What about you, Ranboo?"

"I don't dislike anyone too much, I don't think…? I mean, I-- other people that I like, don’t agree with what they’ve done, of course, but like-- I think that everyone’s just a product of what they’ve-- like gone through and everything, so if you understand that, then you understand the person."

"But don’t you think that sometimes, aligning yourself with everyone on the server, can… y’know, it can actually make your life more complex, more difficult?"

"Y-Yeah. Which is why I kinda just went to live, um, kind of away from everything, and try not to involve myself in that much. But then I also have just… a terrible radar on what is involving myself and what isn’t, so."

"Right. Sounds like you’ve set yourself up for a bit of a stressful, a stressful life with tha-- so, you don’t dislike anyone?"

"...Yeah."

"What about Dream?" Wilbur goes through one of the chests on the ground, trying and failing to look casual about it.

"Um… well, that’s the whole… with Dream, it’s kind of like-- all I’ve-- all I’ve heard about Dream, all I’ve seen with Dream has just been like, the, the really bad things that he’s done and everything, so I’d say that I, yeah, I don’t… really like Dream, but I mean, he’s also not really someone that matters whether or not I like him, 'cause he’s just away in that prison, for a really long time, so, I mean…"

"With no trial."

"...Yeah. Well, I mean--"

Wilbur stops in front of a red-and-white building and interrupts Ranboo brightly. "This is our competition! Here's our competition." His voice lowers to a whisper when he steps inside. "Fucking ghost town. It’s a literal-- look at this place, man. Can you even buy anything here-- smokers, furnaces, they don't-- there's no one here to-- It, it doesn’t benefit the consumer, does it? If you’re-- imagine--" He walks back outside. "Imagine you've come here for gambling." He points at the casino. "For a start, the fuckin door's shut-- oh, wait, there's a hole!" He is going to try to run to the hole to see inside before Ranboo or Q can.

(Ranboo's not particularly trying to beat him.)

Yeah, he isn't particularly trying to beat Wilbur either. "I mean, what consumer? Las Nevadas literally doesn't have a customer base." 

(He has filed away the question of wait, would one usually expect to get a trial? to ask about later, at some more opportune time.)

Wilbur glances inside, blocks up the hole with some stone, and turns back around. "Exactly! Exactly. No one comes here! Not even its citizens are here half the time. It's not because-- I mean, a couple weeks ago there was literally a beetroot farm covering spawn, no one on this server has their own food. There's demand, Las Nevadas just isn't providing supply. I just--I just went in there and it looked like crap, you know?" Back to the red and white building. "It's all show, it's just designed to look pretty. Like--Q, it's like when you showed me Kinoko. Look, let me-- let me do a test. Let me prove something."

"...sure, okay, do your test." 

Time for SIGNS. Signs with WRITING ON THEM. The signs say "QUACKITY BURGER PLACES IS LAME AND WANK AND", "CLOSED FOREVER GO TO BURGER VAN", and "GO BEHIND THIS PLACE THEN ACROSS THE RIVER FOR BETTER BURG".

"I can promise you, that this sign-- I guarantee you, that will not go. That will be here forever. That will never leave."

"I mean… yeah, probably. I don’t think really anyone’s been around here. It’s kind of… it’s… I don't know if abandoned is the right word, but like... I don't really know what else to call it."

"There we go. I guarantee those signs will stay there because they don’t care! They only care about looking cool. Oh look, we've got a restaurant! No you don't. Ranboo, you haven't seen Paradise yet, that's-- that's our real estate. Come with me." He hums to himself while he walks back out of Las Nevadas; when Paradise is visible, he points at it. It's now surrounded by some oak logs, marking out a border. "This is ours, this is where we've been working out of. You can see the, the wood, that's our border. We as in--me and Tommy and Q. We've got a lot of stone. Maybe too much stone at this point. I'm thinking we build the burger van--close to the border, so people can access it and then, y'know--" He starts chopping down a tree. "I'm thinking we build it right here. How do we feel about right here?"

(Q is not really sure he thinks that proves much of anything. Or, much of anything other than "Fundy has enough of a sense of humor to not take down those signs," which might admittedly be true.)

"Okay, but-- what are we competing over? Nobody buys burgers from Las Nevadas because nobody's ever there, but nobody's ever here either, who are we imagining we're selling to?"