Max entwines their hands together on the desk infront of them, they do a brief smile.
"Howdy Bob, Velvet Command has seen fit t' promote you to Velvet Command. Try not to get overwhelmed in thuh position, other Commanders will support ya as ya go along. Oh and, as much as ah personally fahnd em' cute try not to do your puppet routine too much, gotta have a air of professionalism.
Max Out"
Max does a salute to the screen, nodding afterwards.
Velvet HC
Bob Bobberson the third, Esquire.
Omicron Kappa █ █ █ █ █
Promotion
*the screen shows Bulldog looking to the side, fidgiting with something off screen*
"Now hold still for a moment lass! Gah, I said ya can hide here but ya gotta stay quiet when ders a communica-"
*Bulldog quickly turns to the camera, letting his -a turn into slightly awkward laughter*
"Aahahaha! Hail der Maxeh! Nothin' ta see here, nope, definite-wait, a promotion?
Das a fine decision! You'll see we'll be keepin' a tight ship across tha organization!
Bulldog never messes up!"
*Loud boisterous laughter could be heard as Bob smacked his fist down on the desk, causing what appears to be a volleyball
with a face painted on it and a bad ginger wig to roll into view, a slight bounce as it appears to have fallen from somewhere high.*
*Bobs eyes open wide as he glances at the ball, now clearly in view.*
"MIlleh...what are ye doin'!? They'll know you're here if you jump on the desk!" he awkwardly hissed from the corner of his mouth, somehow convinced Max wouldn't be able to hear him this way, slowly moving the ball to the side as if Max would be unable to pick up on the subtle movements, this process easily took a minute.*
*With a sigh he turns to the camera*
"Aaaanywho, as I said, tight ship! Lookin' forward ta workin with ya'll!"
*Bulldog let out some loud boisterous laughter again before making several barking noises, probably to psych himself up before closing the transmission*