OOC: Ugh! 5 days without Internet access and look what happens! Bloody hell. Is "mudokon organic" Wash? I'll assume he is, I know what happens to randoms around here...
IC: Wash didn't think he'd ever get used to life here. He kept being told that this place was different, that it is better than the other factories. But all the evidence that came pouring through his senses seemed to contradict all that. He was still waiting for his treatment, whatever the hell that was, and had now been given some bizzare and incomprehensible mission by a pantsless slig and a scary robot. Rupture Farms was going to be taken over by another Glukkon? Wash couldn't care less. However, he suspected that he might do later on. But one statement from the previous incident stood out above all others. He tapped Slap on the shoulder.
"Wait, you stabbed who to death?"
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