[Munch's Master]

I bring chapters! Well, a chapter. also ,i've decided that from now on, I'll pst a little bit of previously unknown and miscellaneous info about either a character or the fic(s) in general. Today I bring chapter 12, and a little fact about the oddball hismelf, Jff:

Jeff's main reason to being so spaced out is not in fact to do with his upbringing, and it is not natural. Back at his orginal place of employment, before Septik Snaks, Jeff worke at the SoulStorm Brewery, which is obviously not the best place for mntal health. Inbetween the tear extracting and work shifts, Jeff would knock back a bottle or 5 of brew, seriously addling his sanity ue to its contents. However, this was not the worst of things, as Jeff unfortunately discovered the substance known as Laughing Gas, and it's effects. A combination of Gas and Brew drained most of his sanity, and as such he often appears drunk or is calm and upbeat at unexpected times.

There, something about Jeff that you never knew. Next time, a tidbit about how Arthur got his name! But on with the chapter:
Chapter 16: Consequences

Thud! Larry’s face hit the hard corrugated steel floor. “And don’cha try that again, or we’ll make sure you end up dead, mud.� Snarled one of the Slig guards through the door bars, as he locked the barred door shut. Larry was unable to reply, the blood from the cuts on his head and now on his face mingled with the tears he tried to hold back.
‘Wait, this is familiar, like the last time I was caught. I hate déjÃ* vu.’ Larry thought. Although this time, there was no consolation from Trevor, no ironically just words from Jeff, only the anger from Max as the brutish slave shoved Larry into the far wall.
“What the-� Larry began, but was soon silenced when Max threw him down onto the floor.
“This is what’s up!� Max raged, forcing Larry to the cell bars, making him look at a piece of paper that, while now tattered and muddy, could still be read. Trevor looked in worry, as did Jeff, as Larry read on, still held tight by Max.
Upon the paper, it read:
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By order of Septik Snaks CEO, Chairgluk and President- Boss Godrar, the following orders have been imposed upon mudokon employee life to prevent any more escapists:
1) Sleep will now take place with two Slig guards to a cell for the full rest period.
2) Lunch is now cut to 15 minutes, and any mudokons finished before that time report to their stations immediately. No exceptions for handicapped, incapacitated or late mudokons. Any that stay beyond the lunch period will be physically punished and put on Stockyard cleaning duty for a week.
3) Two Sligs will now stand guard at each work location within each Zulag, and they may use any force necessary to keep mudokons in order.
4) Company Policy #134, also known as the three strikes rule; is officially ended, to be replaced by Company Policy #326 aka the 1 strike rule. This new penalty means that any Mudokon in breach of 1st degree rules will be isolated with 1 meal a week for 3 months, those in breach of 2nd degree rules will be isolated with 1 meal a week for 3 months AND be put on Slog feeder duty in one of the Livestock Zulags for 1 month. Finally, Mudokons in breach of 3rd degree rules (Such as assault upon an Executive, escape attempts and persistent or organized mass work haltage) will be executed in the grinders.

These new orders are in conjunction with the new Company Employment Decree #97, as officially signed by Boss Godrar. If you have any complaints about these policies, please take them out on Mudokon Employee 230, known as Larry. We have provided his Employment Induction photo below should you have difficulty in recognizing him by name alone.

Signed
Vykker Rasputin, Employee-Management Relations.
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Larry stared at his picture in horror, before he felt himself wrenched away by Max who, still red with anger, struck him down with a hard right slap. The other twentysomething mudokons in his cell had crowded around to watch, half enjoying seeing the one who had caused such strictness get injured, the other half-including Trevor and Jeff- watching in fear and fright.
Max spat a rage-filled sentence out slowly, forcing Larry back down with each pause:
“You made…our life even…harder…you ruined any chance…of getting along… in … this place…you sneaking…moronic…stubborn…p**sheaded little slurg!�

Trevor watched on, his chant-suppressing shackles stopping him from using his (admittedly incomplete) shaman powers to help Larry. So he could do little but think to himself i‘Max is started to sound like a Slig. This looks bad.’
What was worse was with each venomous insult and shove or blow, Larry gradually turned bluish, a sign that depression may be imminent. Max, not noticing, persisted, until Larry finally snapped, and he curled up, blue-skinned, in a sobbing ball, weeping with regret about his actions and begging for Max to not hurt him. This pitiful sight seemed to finally bring Max back to as close to sanity as he gets, and, rage spent, he sagged to his knees, patting Larry and mumbling that he hadn’t meant it.
Half the crowd looked relieved that the onslaught was ended, the other half looked as tough they wished Max had done just a bit more to make sure Larry got the message that he’d fecked up. Trevor noticed that they were no longer alone, that a few Sligs had turned up to watch, including, to his disgust, Arthur and Lak, who were muttering to each other and exchanging what appeared to be light-hearted apologies and acceptances. However, Arthur seemed to have a hint of….something not quite genuine about him. Whether his stance, his expression, his actions or what, Trevor didn’t know, but something was up.
“We better check on Larry.� Jeff muttered, who was seemingly in tune with reality for the moment, which snapped Trevor out of his thoughts.
“Yeah, right.� He replied, and they both hurried over to Larry, crouching down and trying to bring him out of his depressed state. Chatting amicably, giving him sympathy and encouragement, this worked with most mudokons. Larry’s appearance seemed to become healthier in mindset, the blue tone faded and he stopped sobbing, but Trevor and Jeff, and Max to an extent, knew it would be some time, if ever, before he was back to his old state.
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