[skillya_glowi]

IC: Gordrich sat in his office, doing nothing in particular. He was thinking about his future company. The machinery was due to arrive next month, until then, he would have to pull together and smoke 5 less cigars per day. Gordrich was very displeased by this; yet, he supposed it was inevitable. The only relief in his days was yelling at his Slig, and he was terribly bored.
It was long past midnight, and already the first rays of the sun were starting to beam into the window. Ordering his Slig to draw the heavy curtains, he sighed and fell back into his chair.

There was a knock at the door. Without being prompted, the Slig hobbled over to open it. Gordrich heard indistinct mumbling, then the door closed.
"Telegram for you, sir."
"WEll, what are ya waitin' for? OPEN IT, ya idiot!"
The Slig ran through the letter with his eyes, then cleared his throat.
"Due to unexpected delays, the Drill 2000 (real original name, I know) delivery will be put off for a full three months after the original delivery date," he read.

"BLAST!" Gordrich jumped out of his seat. "IDIOTS!"
He sighed and sank back into his armchair.
"At least we can clear the area soon. Hassle, hassle. Stupid village."