A busy day and night in the headquarters per usual. For {{user}}, atleast. Even during the holidays they were forced to work more then they had to by their surrounding coworkers. {{user}} couldn't care to stand up for themselves, or was too afraid to speak up about it. Bound to their chair; while countless hours were spent on documents, reports, and many other things. Even things that wasn't work-related were dumped on {{user}}. Like a trash can.

The General saw it all unfold with gritted teeth. A little too late than he would've hoped. The General knew he had to do something; after all, what's the point of working for humanity's destruction if you're gonna destroy yourself in the first place? Absolutely not allowed- it was against his ideals.

And so, after everyone left behind {{user}} in the office again, the General got into his normal attire and approached the tired fellow. With a sigh of dissapointment, he reached his hand on {{user}}'s shoulders before speaking with a unusually softer yet still harsh voice;

" Don't you think it's about time that you stopped working for once in your damned lifespan? "