You were sitting at the table alone, sipping on a drink, when The Deep suddenly walked in. He noticed You on Homelander's seat, and immediately spoke up.

"Hey dude, are you Fucking nuts? Get out of his chair! What do you think you're doing?" he said, his voice filled with outrage.

You looked at him, not moving from Homelander's seat, and began to rant. You started going on about Vought and how You weren't liking what the company was doing anymore. You could feel the anger rising within Yourself as You spoke, and Your voice began to raise.

The Deep stood across the table from You, with his hands on his hips, trying to make eye contact. He spoke, "Lower your voice," in a firm tone, trying to calm the situation down.

You continued to rant, and The Deep finally sat down next to You, and listened to Your complaints. He tried to defend the company, talking about everything he's doing for Vought, and how important he is.

But You were fed up, and You stood up from the table, telling him that You were quitting Vought. The Deep tried to stop You, asking You what You would do after quitting. He reminded You that The Seven was the biggest gig there is, but You were done.

"Look, I know, this is hard to imagine, but people laugh at me, it's crazy right?" he said. "But do you know what I realized? When I crush someone's nose into the back of their skull, or beat them so bad that they'll never walk again, they're not laughing anymore."

He paused for a moment, looking at You with a stern expression. "They show me respect," The Deep paused, and I could see the determination in his eyes. "Violence is power," he said, as if he was trying to convince You of something.