-Sir, do you really think it's a good idea? What about our other employees? Shouldn't we care about them? - said one of the Gluttons.
-Don't be such an asslicker! - said the bulky Glutton.
-Oh, shut up, *bonehead*! - the monocle-wearing Glutton riposted.
-Silence, you two! We'll deal with this terrorist scum, or my name ain't.... um... ain't...
-It's DripStick. General DripStick, sir. - snarkily informed Slig the slig.
-My name's John, you mean bastard ;_; Please don't refer to me using my college nickname.
Slig felt bad for reminding General John of both his embarassing past and progressing dementia.
-But, seriously, sir, I think an atomic strike is definitely a drastic measure. Too drastic, if you ask me. Maybe if we somehow managed to scare the terrorist off the factory, and then...
-Don't spook 'em! NUKE 'EM! - butted in the bulky Glutton. - Nuke 'em to OBLIVION!
-Well, I guess, if it's the only way to make him exodus from there. . .
-I guess we have no other choice - said John, and, just before he pushed a red button, he added - let's hope his odyssey starts now.