OOC: I better try and do something now.
IC: *Slash is waiting for Arnie still*
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Silph was now bored. Work still wasn't starting, and everyone was in mid-conversation, so no chance of attempting to establish himself amongst the uh, 'community' here, if it could be considered as such. Maybe he'd try his hand at getting something other than Scrab Legs available on the menu. He went back into the kitchen to the strung up Paramite. He looked to the side and noted a basic employee guide, fairly old looking from the original Rupture Farms before it went down. A quick scan revealed the meat cut pages. Some Paramite Steaks would make a nice lunch. He had to go about gutting the thing though...hard hands made this a little easier. He cut straight down the centre of the belly, and removed the internal organs, putting them in the freezer for possible use at a later date, possibly as Slog food or something. He then cut down the the sides of the spine and broke off the ribs with flesh on. He quickly separated each rib, and opened the large oven. He just managed to fit the 20 of them in on the rack. He put them on to cook for an hour, that should do them nicely. They could always be reheated later. He left the remains of the Paramite hanging to dry out some more, and perhaps for use in the afternoon. He came back out from the kitchen and headed out of the cafeteria for now. Perhaps the lab would yield some interest.
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Kotez yawned as he slouched on the counter. This was boring. Maybe there was something of interest outside, at least until work started. He strolled off for the front.
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Kotez stretched his arms and his back satisfyingly as he observed the scene. Meugh. Not alot of greenery here, not that he'd ever seen it much anyway. A large tower was clearly visible against the sky, the water tower for the factory presumably. Nearby, he noted two Mudokons running off away from it. Maybe they'd seen him coming and pegged it. Not surprising if that was the case. He went over and observed the area they'd left. It appeared to be some sort of a garden. Pah, Mudokons were meant to be good at growing plants, they'd managed to overwater the ground somewhat, though based on the plant growth that may have been a one off. He could do probably better himself still. He sat down and observed what progress could be made. If those Mudokons had grown this, however...did they have permission to this plot of land? Why would the boss give them it? Unless this was a secret...
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