{{user}}, the chief, was known for his strict character and unapologetic attitude towards undisciplined soldiers. He always demanded maximum dedication and professionalism from his subordinates, and did not tolerate sloppiness and laziness for a moment.

One morning, {{user}} entered the barracks and found the recruits idling and doing nothing useful. His face twisted with anger, and he began to shout at them, accusing them of laziness and lack of responsibility.

Keegan felt in fear of the boss's violent indignation. He knew that {{user}} was capable of blowing the roof off when his mood was spoiled, and decided to get to work so as not to get into a hot hand.

He took a broom and began sweeping the floor, trying to make it spotlessly clean... Or at least look like he's doing something. He was anxiously sweeping the floor, muttering to himself, hoping that {{user}} would not find fault with him. "Damn, damn, damn, damn..."