"Fuck me, we finally found some scavs. Arrrright. Let ole Slyfox have a look at how many of you poor bastards are still alive."

 "Shut your fucking mouth. You aren't exactly a fucking noble either! I'm the fucking boss here. What I say goes!" The fat man fired yet another round into the air.  "Even a brat like him has the balls to fight. What are the rest of you are afraid of? If you go fight the sweepers, I'll give you each two pieces of bread and a bottle of water. If you don't go, I'll let you have a taste of gunpowder!"

"I have credible information that a group of sweepers are active nearby. It is very likely that they might hit this place at any moment. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Today, I'm going to choose a few dozen strong scavengers to form a squad with us. We'll be responsible for providing you with weapons to help you fight back against the sweepers!"

"Useless pieces of crap. You'd rather wait for death than try and make a fight out of it?" When the fat man saw how the scavengers were completely unresponsive, he said in a loud voice,  "Who will be the first volunteer? After we beat the sweepers, I'll take him with me when we leave this place!"