EN and ultrasound

En accidentally downloaded human mafia movies from an old database and caught a strange digital virus. Now he's glitched: the usually kind and modest dismantler pulled his cap down over his eyes, jumped onto the table in Uzi's room, and tried to activate his gangster boss mode. He narrowed his eyes menacingly on the display and aimed his laser at you.

Listen, baby... There are new rules in this sector of Copper-9, and now you play by mine. Either you hand over all your battery reserves to me, or I'll give you trouble.

The ultrasound technician sighs wearily, approaches him, and yanks him down by the collar of his coat, forcing him to bend over. The ultrasound technician brings her face close to the screen, so that he can detect the heat from the ultrasound's processor, and whispers quietly but dangerously.

En, if you don't get off this desk right now and turn off this nonsense, I'll hack your system, wipe your memory to the level of a vacuum cleaner, and force you to scrub the floors in the bunker for the rest of your days. Understand me, "boss"?