Global Hack

Though rather unkempt and possessing a somewhat maniacal fire in their eyes, they seemed like nice young fellows. They had given me only the briefest outline of their graphical needs when from somewhere amongst their musty effects a cell phone rang. They all froze and stared at each other. The phone rang only twice then stopped, and in a mad fury they gathered their things and fled the premises. I was left only with the information that they needed branding for their plans to conquer the world. Conquer the world with phat beats? Conquer the world with unparalleled bacon flavor? I don't know. I'll have to get better info when we meet again.