OOC: Ah, thanks for clearing that up Gretin.
IC: Matthew looked at the Mudokon carefully. What Mudokon doesn't have a sense of humor? What did he mean by, "the rest of it."? Was he some sort lactose intolerant kind of person, that has been reduced down to being obsessed with SoulStorm Brew and forcing himself to think all of life is horrible? Matthew was raised to do, not to think. Glukkons did that. And he guessed that he had the privildge to tell him what kind of work was needed.
Matthew took a good look around, thinking of all the problems that needed to be solved. Well, there was a grinding process that needed to be finished as soon as possible. More Mudokons needed to be around. Then people needed to put together wooden planks together to form barrels. Another thing that was needed was someone needed to continue to clean up all ther messes around there. Matthew clarfied, "Well, Mudokons need to grind up meat around here quickly, so they can be sent to the Production Lines. Wooden planks need to be placed to together so they can be used in the Production Lines as well. We also need someone to clean up after our messes. You could be either one of those. I'm just sending barrels into the Production Lines. See?"
He shoved his lever on and watched the commotion. Barrels were being lifted into the air with the conveyor belts, and being carried into the Production Lines. Hopefully someone was there at the Production Lines, also working.
Matthew remembered Sam and remembered his fear of strangers. He also commented, "Oh and don't talk to that Mudokon down there. He is uncomfortable with strangers. But if you're going to take our job, we can go off working somewhere else."
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