Hello, Carl,
You made millions pioneering your "auxiliary septic tank" system as an environmentally friendly wastewater diversion for businesses. What you delivered was nonsense that has caused backups, leaks, and widespread sickness for all of your victims.
Now, let's see how high the shit can really fly.
In your mouth is a fragmentation grenade. The trigger is in your cheek, but you may have noticed that the pin is missing. If you do not keep that grenade in your mouth, it will trigger and detonate before you can run.
The pin to that grenade is down in the port-a-potty in front of you. It's from an office that used one of your auxiliary septic tanks. Wade through the consequences of your fraudulent business, or just wait for your jaw to tire too much to keep the grenade in.
Live or die, Carl. Make your choice.
*fumbling, then a recorder is slipped into a pocket, and the sound becomes muffled* okay, so how do we know he won't, like... Just take the grenade out of his mouth? I mean, yeah, then he has a live grenade, but can't he just throw it across the room and hide in the shitter? I mean, what's making him actually play the ga- *tape runs out*
