these boys are just poison

Quackity leaned forward in his chair. “We have a common enemy, George. And I think we can help each other.”“Is that so?” George asked, “and how would losing a couple hundred grand in a poker game help me?”Quackity just waved him off, spinning the lone ice cube around in his glass.“Gambling is just a means to an end, George. To get what I want. Sometimes it’s money. Usually, though, it’s secrets. That’s what we have in common. We both deal in secrets. You manipulate computers to get them, I manipulate people. It gets to the same goal; secrets make opportunities where there were none,” Quackity leans forwards on his knees, smile growing as he looks at George, “and the secret on the street is, you’re trying to take down Schlatt.”The feral crew does crime, and they're good at it. (Well, Karl's a research librarian, but he's good at that too.)