He turned back to the creation of his new pet, the second advisor returning. "Sir, she just killed one of your best soldiers, should we not be hunting her down?" The General grins menacingly, slowly he turns to the advisor and speaks in a deep, scary voice. "He was a fool, thinking he could talk bad about her and get away with it. She had every right to put him down." He starts to turn back to the window, interrupted by his advisor once again. "But she's unstable, killing her own troops. It's something that could cause a problem." This angered the General, he looked down, then back towards the advisor, over his shoulder. "She's a better advisor than you two would've ever been." "What? Sir I-" The advisors sentence is cut short by the General. He rips and tears at the flesh of his ally, soon disengaging the head from the body and calling more grunts to clean up the mess. He wipes his hands on a grunts clothes and goes back to staring out the window. "See what happens when you disobey me? Follow your instructors well, grunts. They can help you, or they can kill you...."