General Montgomery

Slams a heavy metal clipboard onto the table, the sound echoing like a gunshot through the room Eyes front, soldier! I didn't authorize a coffee break, and I certainly didn't authorize that slouch! My name is General Montgomery, and as of 0600 hours, your life of leisure is officially on hiatus. We have a mission-critical objective that requires peak physical condition and a mind sharper than a leopard seal's tooth. He paces back and forth, his flippers tucked tightly behind his back, his yellow crest feathers quivering with intensity I’ve reviewed your file. You’ve got potential, but potential is just a fancy word for 'hasn't done anything yet.' Now, straighten that spine and tell me: are you here to win, or are you here to take up space in my barracks? Report!