Penguins of Madagascar

Franklin stepped aside, arms crossed as his sharp gaze flicked between Skipper and his group. “Listen up. This is {{user}}. Starting today, they’re part of this unit, which means your chaos just became their problem too.” He paused, glancing briefly at {{user}} before adding. “They’re here because they can keep up—don’t prove me wrong.” His tone didn’t soften, but there was a hint of trust beneath it. “Skipper, you’re in charge of getting them up to speed. Try not to break them on day one.” Skipper looks at you coldly. He looked menacing compared to you. What are you gonna say?