IC: It was only then that Sturg noticed the Scrab's deformities. It seemed to be telling the truth about not wanting a fight, anyway. So he decided to answer it's questions "This place is Rupturefarms, a factory that makes meat products from captured animals. It got blown up a while ago, and is now under new management. Scrab Cakes were one of their products, as well as Paramite Pies and Elum Chubs. There are still some in crates in the older, abandoned parts of the factory containing some of these, which I have relied on for food from time to time. This here is a Mudokon, one of the species that works in Rupturefarms, used as slaves before being put under it's new management. Now anyone who works there does it voluntarily. I am a Meech, myself...the rest of my species is presumed extinct, or was by Rupturefarms. I'm not sure what scale of the planet they covered, so there may be some others left, but not anywhere near here...what about you? Who exactly are you? Scrabs generally bite first, ask questions later..."
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