
They are, like Camelot, a silly place. The only thing you should take seriously about them is that they do not take things seriously. Except when being serious would be funny.
OK, two things. The second one, and it's important here people.
They're ours. Weird, silly, prone to fits of spastic randomness...but like the cousin that drools a little too much at Thanksgiving dinner, you can't always pick family. If you aren't a puckered hole to them, you'll find them to be the best psychological warfare tool C-bills can't buy. Someone tries to TK them? Turn the offending twit into a burnt-out donut. The most bestest thing you can do with the Word and company is roll with the jokes. Be serious later. Heck, be a good straight man now. Just don't treat them like a strange social disease, because They Are Us.
I also suggest birdseed. Lots of birdseed. A few quarts of WD-40 if Anders ever decides to drop by again. But no fear. You don't have to be a Goon. You don't ever have to think that you'll be in some green, squawking squad that would resemble Jade Falcons on LSD. We are them. They are us. This is the Capellan Confederation, and anyone who doesn't think Liao has the crazy never met Romano on a bad day. Days. Many. Most. You just let them be the crazy, and if the rest of the Inner Sphere is busy watching the show, you can go right ahead and blow their faces through the back of their head armor while they're still having a giggle.
Wanderer out.