Why did I put a .223 into the chest of a six year-old on a swingset.
It was a justified kill. My orders say so.
Of course, orders are getting weird these days. You hear stories of agents standing naked in the mall shouting "Syrup!" and not bathing for a week.
If you question the orders, someone else gets orders to kill you.
If you know what's best for you, you just read them and carry them out.
What? You don't understand these orders? Not sure what flavor cake to bake?
Hold on... there's new orders coming in for me...
