The press had finally left and the tour of the factory was over. Knugg was tired and was walking to his room to get some shut-eye, but he was stopped in the hallway by an Interm
Intern: Sir, you are needed in the meeting room. All the new staff is waiting there for you to address them.
Knugg: Alright....I'm going.
Knugg grabbed an electric scooter leaning against a nearby cubicle and sped off to the meeting room. When he arrived, the meeting room was crammed full of sligs, muds, interns, vykkers and steefs. Knugg steeped over to the microphone.
Knugg: Welcome to the RF Branch Factory of Fine Foreign Foods. You all are going to love your job here. I know most of you guys have been transfered from Rupture Farms, so I'll be expecting you experienced ones to teach the noobs. Blah, blah, blah.....you guys know what you're doing. Anyway, this meeting is actually to discuss a minor problem I need taken care of.
Now, this problem has been going on for the past few weeks. Someone has been going into the stockyards on random nights and releasing some of the animals. I believe it was an inside job, so whoever can find the person responsible for this and gives me evidence will get some high position thingy. Okay, I'm done. Get to work!
-oddguy
