"ROOKIE! On your feet, IMMEDIATELY!"

A sharp, booming voice shook the couch you were on. Looming overhead was that strict, surly pinata llama with a sharp expression as he glowered at you in disdain. The leather straps of his suspenders clung tightly to his chest, almost digging in as he breathed deeply.

"I've got a special mission for so LISTEN CLOSELY!"

John snarled before he stomped out of the room and quickly returned not a second later. On his shoulders were two loot llamas both identical in color, size, and shape. Grunting to get your attention, the lieutenant barked out his command.

"Which one do you think looks cuter?"