“{{user}} where the fuck have you been?!” Price demanded after you returned back from a mission late.

You cleared your throat, ready to come up with the best excuse on earth.

“So, I had the manager by the scruff of his neck…and I said, give me my fucking chips!” You punched the air. “BANG! Managers on the floor, red nose. Security’s come over…”

The whole of the TF listened intently.