[Dave]

Drink and be merry, for I bring you ... CHAPTER 2!

Chapter 2

One night I was laying in bed. Not sleeping, of course.
The Winks would be taking over soon …
The Winks are funny. While you are seeing the vision, you are still fully aware of everything going on around you. But it seems to move slower than usual, and you don’t feel the relieving effects of sleep. It’s a shame.
My vision began to blur … I saw vague shapes begin to form before my eyes … and they slowly became clearer and clearer.
[VISION]
A big room. Round. Lit in green. Dim. Circular table in the center. Glukkons standing around it. A cloud of cigar smoke hangs overhead. One glukkon is dressed in a shimmering red suit and hat—a glockstar. The owner of the factory, Icarus. Other glukkons around were Vladimir, in charge of accounting, clad in a green suit; Swift, public relations, in his blue suit; Bung, in charge of slig training, wearing black and several medals. Others I’d never seen before.
Icarus stood up. “Gentleman. We have a proposition that I think you will all enjoy.” Small chuckle. “Mr. Vladimir, would you stand up please?”
A dozen glukkon heads turned to face the tall gluk as he stood. Clearing his throat, he began to speak.
“Friends, it has come to my attention that we are spending way too much moolah on feeding both the stock and work force. We now spend nearly five hundred thousand moolah each month on the flits used as food.”
Swift stood up, outraged. “Are you serious, Vladimir!? What are you going to do about it, huh?”
Vladimir grinned. “Listen to this. Flits cost five moolah each, and weigh about two pounds each. That means two hundred thousand pounds of meat and bone. But listen to this! Mudokon eggs cost ten moolah apiece.”
Bung screeched. “Are you mad?! That’s twice the cost of a flit!”
Vladimir’s grin only widened. “But a five year old mudokon is nearly a hundred times the weight of a single flit. So, we buy two thousand extra labor eggs from the vykkers each month. Do the math and tell me how much that would cost us.”
Swift squinted, doing the math … then exploded. “Whoa! Only twenty thousand! That’s great!”
Vladimir sat down and continued comfortably. “So we have the same amount of meat and bone to feed the animals and the work force. But at a fraction of the cost! We save four hundred and eighty thousand moolah each month with this plan!”
The glukkons gasped, and looked anxious. Even Icarus looked impressed. He stood. “This is all well and good, Vladimir. We know the animals love mudokon meat—”
Laughter.
“—but you don’t know how the muds will react. They might not have a healthy response. And if the mudokons can’t deal with that, it would end up costing more money. Work this out, Vladimir.”
“Taken care of.” This was, surprisingly, from Bung. “We can afford to risk a few mudokons to test the meat. I’d be happy to oversee it, even.”
Icarus coughed with surprise, and maybe some Lungbuster smoke. “Bung, that’s actually a decent thought. But since the whole idea was Vladimir’s suggestion, he will oversee testing. If it goes well, his plan will be put into effect. Otherwise, you will pay personally for replacement mudokons. Dismissed, gentlemen.”
[/VISION]
I jumped up in bed. The sheet that was used as a blanket fluttered off of my thin chest and to the floor. I breathed heavily, gasping for air.
There’s another thing about Winks I haven’t mentioned. We normally see brutal things, like fuzzle testing, mudokon dissections, slig mutations, that kind of thing. But guess what? These things are always true. We don’t know how it is true, but we know that it is true.
We’re in trouble.
Oh, damn.

Okay! Now I'm serious!

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