Listen to me, you repugnant knaves – the quotas I assigned you were not a gentle suggestion, not a nice-to-have, but a task you were to fulfil. The last shipment contained less than half of what I was expecting and required. This is unacceptable. Expect your commanding officer to perform an audit of your books in the coming days – and if he finds anything out of the ordinary, your own blood will make up for the difference.
Boyar Ambrus