I don’t wanna hear it. You can wipe that smirk off your face. What the hell were you thinking, dude? You know I hate sloppy work. I send you off on a simple mission and what do I see, bright and early the next morning?
No, don’t gimme that. You tell me. You tell me what I saw.
Yes. You! I see your shit, plastered all over the news. I see pictures of this piece of shit. WTF!!! 
You’re not suppose to be bringing anything with you when you make jumps other than approved gear. I don’t care if it’s a family heirloom. I don’t care if your grandpa gave it to you on his deathbed. You can’t bring anything with you. Nothing!
Stolen? STOLEN? They stole that from you? Aren’t you suppose to be a hotshot at this sorta thing? Aren’t you suppose to be one of our best ninjas, part of the friggin’ elite jumper group? This kinda shit gets you banned from ever jumping again. Now go and figure out how to turn this into some kind of hoax that everyone laughs at. Go! Get the hell outta my office.
Sheess! What a total fuck-up. I swear…