For every man that is fired who works for Bungie is sent into the dungeon. In the darkest corner remains I, the punisher of all who misbehaves. First I apply a collar to the puny human, chaining him to the floor by his or her ankles immediately afterwards. While he or she lets out a blood curdling screech, I impale that particular human in the side, deflating one of their lungs so their very breaths will shorten. After they quiet down, I kick him or her to the floor, watching them claw away at the concrete as I squeeze the remaining air from their body by forcing my own weight onto their weak forms.
Either that, or become the Sangheili greeter at the door.
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Must be a pretty vacant dungeon.
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It gets lonely down there...