Elementary by dear Steemians:

The man in the middle's dapper attire and mustache/goatee combo, along with the presence of a chicken Kebob, can mean one thing and one thing only. Our blue and black-striped friend has gathered his mates to present a revolutionary reformation of the Kebob.

They will call it: THE KEROBERT. A sophisticated, always succulent version of the Kebob hitherto unseen. It's hard to tell from their smiling faces, but if you look deep into their eyes, you see a distaste --NAY!--a disdain for the mere chicken pierced by their skewer. The KeRobert will not settle for chicken, onions, or the common bell pepper, rather it will consist of the finer delicacies: salmon, sea-bass, rockfish, wagyu beef, imported root vegetables from Denmark. The KaRobert will whet even the finest hot-dog-eating champion's appetite after having just vomited 44 wieners. That's a KeRobert guarantee.

"But what will our supporters and investors call themselves?", our black-capped, Hawaiian-shirted friend asks.

Easy, replies our slick, salt-and-pepper patron in the white tee: "The Keroberators. Because they will corroborate our every move in this lucrative business venture"

And that, my fair Steemians, is why these fine fellows have gathered today.