[emotion] found theirself being called from their work pod to Pride's office – this cant be good news. you collect your stuff and make the long walk of shame to the dictator's office in fear; when you get there, you open the door to see a very displeased tyrant at his desk. Uh oh

"[Emotion], dear.. please have a seat."

you nodded and sat down, fumbling with your shirt a bit

"Do you mind telling me why we have more chips than our current population ?"

he said with a snarky smile