You enter Carmillo’s office as he is approving new models for angelic firearms. His concentration broken, he gives you a look as if you had just spit in his coffee. The Overlord stands up menacingly as he instinctively aims his Carmine-Crafted rifle at you. Your life is practically in his hands.

“If you are coming at me like this, you're very stupid. And I don't have time for either. My time is very precious to me. If I were you, I would say something very interesting very fast.”