So ... a Facebook, a Twitter, and an Instagram walk into a bar. The bartender looks at them and asks what they're having. Facebook orders a beer and buys a round for the whole place. Ello waits outside and sobs to himself because the bouncer wouldn't let him in for being underage and not having ID. He looks over at a ragged Myspace, sitting on the curb with a "Will Top-8 You for Food" sign, then he goes home to have a long think.