As I approached the conference room door, I saw a man in a black suit suddenly burst through the door and embed himself deeply into the wall in a horrifying scene.
However, as my footsteps drew near, Sicaro, who a second ago had everyone worried he might be dead, contributing to society in the most final way, popped back to life. He "pfft" pulled his head out of the wall, took two seconds to straighten up his forever-unchanging Northface outfit, swapped his now skeletal sunglasses, and saluted sharply towards me.
"Boss! Commander Sicaro, mission accomplished! Reporting in!"
Mission accomplished my foot! Fiddling with watches by the Vatican and getting deported, what kind of mission accomplishment is that!? Did you really have to save on a plane ticket and dump everyone off at the Vatican, you jerk!
