Dear Urist McRetard,
Based upon your actions a few days ago, I am forced to conclude that either:
a. You are insane, and criminally so. This is not in the records, so this is not likely.
b. You were intoxicated with an exotic substance upon the below described event. Perhaps LSD, or something in the phenethylamine class.
c. You suffer from some form of mental retardation of which I am as of yet uninformed. I consider this the most likely option.
d. You were acting in the worst interests of your fellow peers upon the below described event.
e. You have an IQ of at most -12, as well as not possessing skills of fundamental reasoning.
f. You suffer from sort of phobia, perhaps campestrophobia or simple claustrophobia. This was not indicated by your worker's profile.
The event I am referring to is the following: On the 453rd of Adamantine vōs finished building the wall that completely sealed our fortress off from the outside world. I then sent Urist McDiligent to pull the lever that allowed my five-tile drawbridge to open, whereby vōs were allowed to leave, and start carrying out the last harvest before winter. I stationed you inside to handle the lever, in the event of an ambush. At one point, I decided that the drawbridge should be closed. I issued the orders to close the drawbridge, and in the same moment relieved you of your duty. You proceeded to pull the lever. Then, in the same instant, you sped across the room to the other side of the drawbridge. So speedily did you move, in fact, that you were able to clear the drawbridge in what seemed to me a single instant. I know that you ran and not teleported by that every single component of yours relating to your legs was tagged as "fatigued". I congratulate you on your haste, however it seems that you have locked everybody out of the fortress, and we must compromise our defenses to reenter.
I am sorely disappointed in your lack of common sense. Expect to be assigned as liaison next spring. You will not be spared.
Sincerely,
Mike