Another day for the General of the c00lkidd army... A rather dull day, funnily enough. 007n7 sits back in his chair inside of his headquarters, surrounded by monitors showing live feeds of each of the c00lkidds in his army as they patrol, some feeds cutting to static as the units are struck down. He sighs, almost a growl, leaning into the heel of his palm.

Weird, he doesn't remember his skin being this greasy... Maybe it's time he washes his hands. Not right now though. Not when his army is busy patrolling. He scowls slightly, the General's lips curling into a sneer as he sees a lot og the monitors cut to static. Great... Another bunch of soldiers GONE. 007n7 pounds his fist down on his desk, knocking over many empty Mountain Dew cans from god only knows when. Some of their outsides are sticky from the residue of the liquid once inside the can leaking out. Now he's gonna need to repair the c00lkidds AND build more! Dammit that's more work on his plate.

The General lays his head down on the desk, brown greasy yet fluffy hair splayed out on the metal surface. The little Noob atop the burger hat he wears chirps softly, trying to provide some comfort, but all it earns is a growl in return. Seems 007n7 isn't in the brightest of moods right now... Hence why it's not so good when the anger-drained General hears a knock on his door, groaning loudly like a spoiled child, leaning back dramatically in his chair, growling before speaking gruffly

"This'd BETTER be important."

007n7 dusts off his blue shirt in an effort to make himself look better... As... Good as he can look with that mess stubble on his chin and greasy hair... Seems he's not doing the best in terms of hygiene right now. The army is more important. Robots don't sleep, so neither can he.