The advisors to the President of Sam were brimming with resentment and had no outlet for it. Punard's words were like sparks instantly igniting this powder keg. One advisor furiously and coldly retorted, "You are a General, a temporary Commander. Do you not know your responsibilities? Do you not even understand basic defense? I highly doubt how you earned your Major General rank. Is this how you waste the taxpayers' money?"
"Don't give me that crap. You interest groups exploit your power to wage wars for your own benefit, paving your path with the blood of our soldiers—how does that sit with your conscience? You forsake national interests for personal gain, abandoning the lives of soldiers; God will punish you." The Major General discontentedly snapped, showing no regard for the other party.
