Praetyre replied to his superior;
"Well sir, I decided when I was 32 to take up a life of science and medicine. As such, I acquired support from my parents and studied for 10 long years at the Nolybab Academy. As such, I acquired numerous degrees, which I have already mentioned.
My first job was as a AutoSlaughter tester in Sloghut 1544. I had to test a new device that would of automated most new Sloghut work. It was a disaster. The idiot who designed it had glued together the transistors, and spilt alcohol all over the monitor. As such, it took them 2 years to get a new research team, rethink the plans, design, and construct the thing. But it was too much of a power hog, and as such the Magog shut the project down. Shame really. It could of prevented lots of Mudokon accidents.
I was fired in a rage by the boss, who decided he would take it out on all Vykkers for a few's stupidity. At the time, there was an unemployment crisis, and Inhabitants were lining up for jobs left and right. I decided to use this opportunity to study for 4 years at the Irwin Engineering School. I completed my education there with a 70% pass rate, then found the crisis was over. As such, I found work at Sloghut 1030. The boss was kind of old fashioned, but at least he wasn't a racist psychopath. I helped repair the pants of some of the Slog Attendants there, and even once performed eye surgery on an elderly Intern. The whole concept and subject makes me queasy, so I'd rather not discuss that. I continued for 9 years at the same old job, until the Cartel sent an inspector in and decided to promote some of the staff. I got transferred to Sloghut 1029, important strategically given its proximity to Mudokon lands. That's where I encountered Arrack, and the rest of my job there is history. After that 5 year stint, I was invited to a Medics Dinner at New Yolk. Quite nice, plus I got to spent my holidays there. Idiot Outlaws kept screwing things up, though.
My next job was a 7 year contract working at Flubco designing extraction devices. After an unfortunate few first incidents with concussion cannons and Slig skulls, and numerous spiritual repentance trips after that, I managed to build a fat extraction device, the one called the Lipocannon. It was quite sucessful, becoming the industry model for 20 years until the invention of the Flubpod. The added financial padding caused my boss and most of his "racially preferred" personnel to receive some extra cash. I accepted, but secretly actually distributed 95% of it to my underlings. I used the rest to buy my grandfather a cybernetic pair of legs.
My contract ended, and I found myself a job at Rupture Farms 1000. Believe me, you don't know Meech meat until you tried one of Honest Manfred's Meech Delights. They really are delights, unlike 90% of Magog meat. I spent 5 years there as a slaughterhouse meat grader, but quit due to a new boss coming in and asking me to become a therapist, both a field I have no experience in and one that in Magog terms normally involves causing pain to other living intelligent beings. By this time, my medical tenure was mature enough to work at the glorious Labs themselves, and so I went off to #11. I was put in the position of both Intern medic and Mudokon medic. #11 is quite dangerous if you don't know where to look. As such, I continued to try and save lives until getting a promotion to #12 after 3 years.
I spent another 3 years there, this time as the Master Medic. There were also a lot of horror stories there, including one where some Intern nurses didn't wash there hands after a toilet break and caused an entire Mudokon ward to die. The smell was so bad, I had to wear armour normally reserved for the Chemical Labs even to prevent myself from vomiting my recently eaten Gabbiar meal up. I continued for 3 more years, until I was finally moved up to Lab #13 after designing a new GabbitHunter 31415.
Lastly, I held the position of Senior Vykker Executive at Vykker Labs. And the aformentioned Vykker superior, who was on the Labs board of directors, made me his substitute. The rest, of course, is history."
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