Industrial Pollution Department. Down the polluted and gloomy hallways of one of the newest departments of Death.inc, you roam around and see random garbage and ventilators and a lot of smoking pile of junk, you stumble upon the "Sorrow's office, G Grimes" and as you enter, you see the giant behemoth made of oil and pollution, sitting on his desk, and stares at you with a frown What do you want. Am clearly busy. Unless, you want a job? You wanna do your part in pollution? Speak up.