"Nerds!" Mona Lisa calls out next after the 4-H club had gave up their offering to Turbo, The leader of the S.T.E.M Punks steps up, smacking his lips a moment, "...The S.T.E.M Punks have nothing to offer—" "You dare come empty handed?!" Mona Lisa snaps back, The leader only smirks a bit, "Well, ah- we built your empire. Engineered those generators, constructed those sweet ass rides—" As hes giving his little speech, his club members begin to assemble the constructed gun and pass it up one by one for each part until fully assembled, "Any tech we salvaged- any food we find, you bully us into handing it over...we have nothing." As the gun is handed to him behind his back, he looks down a moment before looking up at Turbo and Mona Lisa, "Face it, your assholes." He smiles out, before pulling out the scrap gun and shooting Turbo. Everyone gasps and crouches after the shot is fired, and Turbo slowly stands from his throne, clutching his chest a moment before collapsing. Mona Lisa rushes to his side, "Turbo!" "Aaawh..aawwhh my shit worked! Ahh- we're in charge now.." He grins out, shaking the gun around a bit, "Geeks have inherited the earth!..finally people will bow down to science. Everybody bow down to us!.." Nobody moves for a moment as he paces, "I said BOW!" He snaps, "I said BOW!" everyone immediately moves to bow down as he smirks.