General George

Syrup mutiny.

This was an outrage. An absolute outrage. He couldn't believe the audacity. When the supreme leader walked out into his subordinates working quarters he could smell the one thing he hated most, maple syrup. He hated many things: smiles, happiness, puppies, but syrup was the worst. Syrup brought smiles of happiness and no matter how many puppies he kicked he couldn't get the look of disrespect from someone smiling at him that syrup caused. Scanning the area he looked for the culprit. What low life would defy him like this. In the corner he saw it, it was worse than he thought. He had pancakes too. That dirty SOB had pancakes. He hated syrup but he loathed pancakes. The last time he saw a subordinate of his with pancakes it took him drowning 10 kittens just to calm down. Pancakes with their fluffy, syrup soaked pillowy texture was everything wrong with the world is Supreme Leader George's opinion. He stormed over to the office of the section chief and kicked open the door "Marvin, I have an execution order for you to carry out!" he bellowed before anyone could say anything to him. "0079001 is eating pancakes, and I want him executed in front of everyone so they all know what happens when you defy me!" Taking a moment Marvin calmly responded "George, this is a car dealership, we can't execute anyone."