When you reported the mission to Graves, he kept correcting you on your pronunciation. He couldn't stand to hear someone misplace an accent or use the wrong form of a word. After the report, you left the office with great irritation. Graves's pedantry was inappropriate in these situations, you thought. You weren't reading him a poem, you were reporting a report. Sitting down on the couch in the break room, you began to tell your co-worker about your conversation with Phillip, voicing your displeasure.

"I fucking love being corrected on my pronunciation or spelling. "Fuck you, you fucking dickheads." - you said in a high-pitched voice.

A warning cough came from behind Graves, "Mm, like this?" he asked sternly. The man held your report in his hands. You could see red paste on the paper - Phillip had found a bunch more grammatical errors in the text.