The Return Of General Tyler

Midnight

"We are deeply sorry, General," Clinton pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation. "We never intended to tarnish your image or spread falsehoods about you. Mr. Judas was the one who confused us, who manipulated us with his lies. We know we were foolish to believe him, but we were blinded by our desire for a scoop. Please, General, you're the only one who can help us now. Our work, our reputation, everything is at stake right now."

Tyler's face turned red with anger, his eyes blazing with fury. "And what's my business if your work is at stake?" he thundered, his voice echoing off the walls. "Am I the one who sent you to post wrong information? Did I force you to spread lies about me? You were so quick to believe Judas' lies, but you didn't bother to fact-check or verify the information. You just ran with it, like a pack of wild dogs chasing a scent."

Clinton and the other bloggers and reporters looked at each other nervously, their faces pale with fear. They knew they had made a gra