"I have no room in the fighter corps for that kind of attitude," he stated rizing and roughly pushing the dead body out of the chair, stepping over the pool of blood he yanked the now blood splattered door open, glaring out at the others.
"You hear that you collection of hand crafted toe rags! I don't want arrogant gits in my interview room." He pointed at random. "The next one, get your worthless behind in here!"
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