Two Bowlbytroopers dropped the insurgent to the floor, making a large thump sound as he hit the cold duranium-plated tiles. He silently sobbed, knowing he would face judgement for his crimes against the universe. "Shut up, heretic." the trooper growled, jabbing his plasma rifle into the rebel's side. His helmet could hear even an ant passing by, as the military of this glorious country was designed to crush any possible sign of disloyalty in seconds. This includes ants.
Thundering footsteps were heard, as the God Emperor made his way to the Reeducation Center. The rebel made his prayers to whatever God he served, which was obviously the wrong one. He was the smarter of the insurgency, one that knew he couldn't sin against the Emperor and live. Loud filtered breathing shook the floor, as the God Emperor couldn't risk catching some uncivilized, heretical disease. The towering, perfect man stood before the sinful filth that was begging by his feet. He thought he had seen the last of moronic "rebels" after he became the U.S. President all those years ago. He immediately began his interrogation method against the scum, not wanting to waste more breath than needed.
"slap slap slap, clap clap clap"
"Oh GODS, MAKE IT ST-"
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"Sir, the rebel has revealed the location of the Insurgent base. How shall we proceed?" a Bone Hound soldier asked, bowing to Officer Slapsheimer. "Gather ze Blood Regiment. Ve will crush ze rebel scum like a bug; and bring order to unser Backhairistan." he said, clenching his fists into the air. Suddenly, the God Emperor himself strode into the room. Both the soldier and officer saluted to him. "Before we do the slapping of rebel heretics, let us engage in eating ceremony!" the Emperor said, generation a table full of glorious food with his brain.