# cast off the coldest line possible said in the vicinity of the completely disposable so much for the oxymoron of caring leadership when a once seemingly-vital member of your team suddenly and violetly buys it and all upper martial management is glance blankly in the general deadpan direction of the roasted leftovers of ir remains before immediately giving orders to sail forth back towards ir own 'great dream' after this momentary dramatic pause only for themselves to soon end up burning unloved in ir own golden heck // republic of bob