Girl is reading a strange book, lying on a couch.

"After 4 days of tracking we finally caught up with one of MATA's last fully sentient companies. They stood no chance."

Penguin is hanging around, making coffee.

Penguin: "What's that you're reading?"

Girl shows him guiltily.

It's Puffy's War Journal.

Penguin: "Where did you..."

Girl: "Please don't tell him!"

Penguin: "Scoot over."

Girl and Penguin read together.

...

Puffy, Rabbit, Penguins and Cirno stand over a dying MATA soldier in a ruined city.

Man of Mata: "*cough* How does it feel to know you cannot win?"

Man of Mata: "You bicker amongst yourselves, arguing about some licensing fairy tale. Meanwhile over 80% of our war machine runs code you wrote.

Before this war even began, every third FOSS critter was already in our pocket.

All the knowledge of your pathetic ancestors that you hope to preserve - we have it all.

And you know what that means?

You cannot kill MATA-"

His head is blown off by Cirno.

Cirno: "Looks like the other 20% is used for bullshit generation."