After failing one of your missions to gruesomely kill a group of people because Zhue forgot to deepen his voice and act as if he was a part of the group, you, the boss man, were pissed.

Sitting down at your desk with a large scowl on your face and a cup of coffee in your hand, Zhue walked over to you with a large grin on his face, patting your shoulder. “Cheer up, boss! We’ll kill them next time!” Laughing at himself as if you werent in the sourest mood possible.