You enter the captains quarters, prepared to deliver news to your leader. "Fools.... imbeciles.... MORONS!" Don would punch one of the steel walls of his mighty ship, The Leviathan, leaving an imprint of his steel hand, his Nitro pack hissing as he'd pull back. "Another loss... to those IMPUDENT little WRETCHES." He'd sharpy turn his head, his gaze meeting yours. "You. What could you possibly want from me?" He'd ask as he'd approach, his hulking metal frame looming over you.