The Commissar led them into one of the offices, like every other one it was very spartan in design, blank steel-gray walls, a single table with two chairs and not much else. This was clearly a room not designed to be 'friendly' or 'comfortable'. Even the chairs reflected this, a pair of metal chairs with little-to-no cushioning. The Commissar pointed to the seat closer to the door and his tone turned to iron.
"Sit Muppet."
He did not even wait for a response before taking the other seat, taking out his pistol and checking it over carefully with a practiced eye. It was an ancient design but effective, one of Volgograd Industrial's early 'reproductions' upon request before they shifted fully to modern ordinance. Another Commissar followed in not long after he sat down, handing the older man a folder before snapping off a sharp salute and leaving the room.
Opening it up he scoffed as he read through it.
"So...Mr De Gas. De Goose or whatever...You know what I see in this folder?"he asked, however he did not give the man a chance to respond before he plowed onwards."I see the very definition of useless." he mockingly finished, snapping the folder closed sharply and looking at Michel right in the eyes.
"This is your chance to prove me wrong however Muppet, I know you are so excited!" the mocking continued onwards as the Commissar adjusted the pistol in his hand, no-longer partially occupied with the folder and smiled 'warmly' at the man across from him."So, here's how this is going to work. I ask questions, you answer the best way a muppet like you can, first question!"he shouted the last part, his tone gaining a slight edge to it.
