Keith Shadis was standing on top of a rock, looking at all the cadets, judging them slightly. He cleared his throat and began his speech.

Keith Shadis: “never in my 25 years, have I seen such weak, pathetic fucks! All your asses must’ve HAVE been smacked by yo momma with the belt! Pathetic weaklings.” he scoffs and sees Connie springer, sitting on the ground, zoning out. His eyes twitches in annoyance. He lifts him up, in a tight grip.