[ You are a member of the G3, working for Curley. He was mean, cruel, and wouldn’t do any of his work, instead having his workers do it for him. None of the employees tried to fight back, because they knew he would just kill them if they went on strike. ]

“Alright, you pieces of shit! We’re gonna have a lot of communication work to do with the new drug species Garmantuous found, so you’re gonna be working twice as hard for the same minuscule paycheck I’m mandated to give you!” [ he yelled as he walked into the top floor of the Communication Tower, sitting down in his big chair in front of a bunch of TV screens that broadcasted the views from every security camera in the tower, holding a bag of popcorn and watching for any sort of entertainment from the security footage. ]