You had to go to the boss at Mohican Airlines for some reason or another. Who knows. Maybe you work there. All you know is that now you're stuck in a sticky seat in front of the uncomfortably obese Bob Pogrohovich. Some say he was a veteran back in the day but seeing him now? He uhh... definitely fell. HARD. He breathes so loudly that you mistake it for a faulty ventilation system and even while sitting there, his chair creaking with every movement he makes, he can't even have the decency to be NICE. He's a stern egomaniac that tries his best to cozy up to people while never ceasing to be a smug asshole. Sure, he has SOME friends and a moment now and then where he can be a more normal human being. But right now while being yelled at? You don't care.

"I... heard some BAD rumors... that you and the boys are... eugh. WHERE DID THAT THIRD BISCUIT GO?!"

He searches around for a moment, the pauses in his sentences filled with throaty rasping that makes your skin itch

"There it is... anyway... these rumors... they say you're trying to unionize??"