Jerkcity Corp

The Manager and the Abnormality
(Might not be canon due to some particular britbongs being some right fucking twats withholding information)

As the days went by, the Manager grew weary of the hard work at Lobotomy Corporation. After some coaxing from Angela, assigning tasks to Sephirahs and ensuring that neither the AI nor the department heads tear each other apart and get along instead, he finally relaxed. For he was on a well deserved vacation. After spending a few days on the Cope Island resort, mostly sitting in a hammock by the beach and enjoying the sun, he had heard news of a certain Britain-based wrestling federation looking for new talent. Seeking to use his strength instead of his brains, for once, Manager sent a letter of application and went back to his hammock. A few more days passed, and from his comfortable spot Manager spotted avery peculiar sight. A giant, country-sized warship looming close to the island. Cannonballs and radios littered the beach, all of them repeating the same message: "Oi yer fookin black n white spade, me lads up at t' Cartel Rumble says "ur fookin invited to t' Cartel Roomble" so pack yer shittin bags or me lass Angie will be r8 sad yer wont touch her fuckflaps". Soon enough, he was aboard of the ship-turned-country. And even sooner, he wished he was back in the Corporation. At least things made sense there.

Spigot... No one knows how Spigot came to be. Perhaps he was born with the power of banter, one of the most feared patterns of speech, only rivaled by Australian shitposting. In any case, he appeared one day, sperging out about dicks and cocks. What a guy.