It was a dark and stormy night. YodaOnCrack had just returned from his last n00b hunt, and his meager spoils were laid out upon the table. thebetweenspace entered the room.

“The tag clouds have been darkening of late,” he said.

Yoda turned around, brows furrowed. He gave a noncommittal grunt.

“You don’t think the blogosphere is in danger?” thebetweenspace continued.

“Of course it is!” Yoda burst out suddenly. “We wouldn’t have this job if it weren’t for the random packs of n00bs constantly roaming around Mother Net.”

“4ll ur s3rv3r$ R b3l0ng 2 u$!” shrieked one of the bundles on the table.

“Shut up,” thebetweenspace growled. “Anyway, I got a call from Mighty-Joe. Seems he found a big cluster or ‘em over by YouTube.”

“YouTube. Always YouTube,” Yoda sighed. “Have him send the squad over there; hopefully we can teach them something about grammar.”

“Speaking of which, the Grammar Nazis have invaded as well. Myspace border.”

“w3 w1ll r001 4ll 0f u!”

Yoda smacked the n00b upside the head.

“0_0.”