I also envisioned a big, flat, muddy pen where the doomed mudflubs were corralled prior to being sucked dry of their fat. How did the mudflubs get into the pen? Because I didn’t want to mess with dump trucks or trains at this facility, I decided there would be a big tube that would open like an iris every now and then, shooting a handful of howling mudflubs into the pen.
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What if Munch could use the crane to pick up the mudflubs, and instead of putting them in the recycler, he drops them safely in a river just outside the pen?