[x]- BLUSTER AND MUSTER: You're fighting a war out here, you howl. Are you traitors, eh? Are you traitors? Spies? Why do you hate the Empire, you subversive agent? And you'll do this again and again, until the examiner gives up. You'll never concede an inch, you'll deny everything and go on the rhetorical offense until they give up and find better things to do. 'Course, you'll rely on your pal to stuff the panels with either flunkies or moto dumbasses, but eh, it is what it is.
[X]- ENEMY SABOTAGE: Okay, here's an idea. You have a bunch of cloud servers that contains your financial transactions, legit, unlegit, graft, bribe, payout, and salary. It'd be a shame if they all… blew up, wouldn't it? By the ENEMY, as well. Who has spies in your camp. The semievolved mongrel bastard may consider doing you a solid, for an equal-ish favour down the line. The thing is, it probably won't use it. It'll just dangle it over your head and make catty comments at the next peer to peer meeting.