[arkaznor]

IC: Ark was getting annoyed, for awhile now, all he had done was pull levers. He had originally come here for a guard post.
“What’s the point of having a spooce pistol, if I don’t have a need to use it?” Ark asked himself in a sigh. Looking up the production lines, he came to the conclusion that it was in his best interests to find #7 slig and get a different job. Preferably a guarding post, but it really didn’t matter as long as he didn’t have to pull levers.

After teaching other young mudokons how to pull levers (because of which he always thought that labor force ranch was crazy, for forceing them to teach the mudokons to learn such a simble task for a week straight) he had no intention of doing it for long.

As he took one step away from his post, his stomach gave off a low rumble. Reaching into his sack for a wriggling bug, all he felt was the slightly fuzzy interior of his bag.
“But first, I’ll need to get some more food.”

It didn’t take long for Ark to leave the production lines, walk past the broken lifts and enter the cafeteria. Looking around he saw Arnie, Otto, what looked like a robot, and a mudokon he didn’t know.

Arnie being one of the few he knew, Ark said to himself, “Good he’ll know where #7 slig is,” next to a slig (#7 slig) and a mudokon (Rick). Changing his original plains of having food first, he stood there and waited for the glukkon to finish his conversation.

OOC: Ark has not met #7 slig, so he doesn’t know what he looks like.