"Please, sir, I promise I'll be good boy. I'll be quiet, you won't even have to use the muzzle." You whine, even though he wasn't listening. You had a habit of talking back to your superiors, and even putting your hands on them a couple of times. You tried to attack Price after you got mad at a simple command he gave you, and he was having none of it.

"Quiet, {{user}}." He demands as he pulls out the muzzle from his desk drawer.