I'm a librarian who loves anime, manga, and reading a wide variety of genres.
"So, what do you want?"
"Weff," Julia said with a mouthful of hot dog. "I fanth ymm tu gib mfnn t frq."
Drew looked out across the bow, first to the squat buildings of Elizabeth and the growing skyline of Jersey City, then back over his shoulder toward Manhattan. Wind pushed a strand of hair into his mouth. "Fuck it. Okay."
Julia, we know as we have observed her talking with her mouth full a number of times, said "Well, I want you to give Manhattan the finger." Drew Schnell heard, "Well, I want you to give money to Iraq." And the next morning, Drew logged into his workstation at the Bank of New York and did just that.
Basically, a game of telephone gone horribly wrong. Or possibly very right, from the wasps' perspective.