"Alright, sure, Nice detective work kid." Matt said before walking off "You sure got me."

All the while, Matt wondered how Joe could come up with such an idea to begin with. Maniacles didn't need magic in order to beat out other mercenary companies. It was the other companies that would attempt magic to win against Maniacles, and probably still fail. 

Everywhere a person looked in the United States and many developed countries, there was some Maniacles product. They got a very high profit selling guns for cheap to the average person, receiving government funding, and of course, selling mercenaries to quell high-infestation scenarios. That wasn't all they had, though. They even sold their own brand of energy drinks, tobacco products, and hell, even had their own shops throughout cities dedicated to selling various merchandise. Maniacles was everywhere. You saw more Maniacles ads than even Coca-Cola ads.

In fact, Mikkish was just taking a sip from a can of Power Bolt (the energy drink brand owned by Maniacles) when he walked back into the dorm room to find another dude sitting on the bed. Before answering, he walked in a bit to make sure his bag was untouched and still there, then answered.

"Hey, whats up? Ever been to a place without pests?"