You've succesfuly cleared out another Scrotus camp, all looted, all gas picked up, all water dained. But now you're left with this uh...

I didn't mean all those things I cried at you!

... This dummy. A war crier, hanging on a chain, suspended in the air, begging not to be killed.

I'm just a little drummer boy!

I mean, technicaly you don't have to kill him.