i forgot the part where i drag him across the concrete floor of the blimp hangar, by a large meat hook embedded in his back.
as he is whimpering and shouting, "BUT WE WERE SAVING KIIIIIDDDDDS" i have him strip to his underwear and wrap him in fiberglass insulation.
then i tie him to one of those metal straight back chairs and make him sit there for 3 days.
if he says a word, i start him over.
all NEW staffers toss their breakfast, lunch and dinner refuse at him and soon he's surrounded in a mountain of trash.
the rat, roaches and ants are far behind.