Ooc: Ooh, a response-thingy. And my internets works now
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Yeah, slig hierachy is a little based on weapons. I suppose being a big bro would mean something. I don't know where the meat and all that in the cafeteria is...Putted, so tell me if Tiny does something wrong here or pulls a pie out of hammerspace and I'll edit it.
IC
(GROUND FLOOR)
(Kitchen)
Another slig approached (
Flare). The female squealed and quickly darted away with the mudokon kid, hiding behind the big bro's four legs.
The huge slig looked down upon the slig, little eyes behind his red visors. Seemed to be a popper, after all he had a gun. He raised a chunky hand in his diriection...And timidly scratched his neck with struggle. Muscles and size had advantages, but also disadvantages. Namely inflexibility and 'fitting in'.
"I'll take the biggest paramite pie you have please". Said
Flare, one hand on the counter and another on the gun. He gulped a little. He didn't work in the kitchen. Was he even supposed to be there...? With loud mechanical clanks, he turned around, prompting the smaller Industrialists to flee from his four artificial legs. I mean who wanted to be squished by a big bro named
Tiny?
Carefully prying a fridge open, he found a rather large pie. Presumably the contents were paramite...After all, wasn't that what all pies had inside? He opened a conveniently heated oven, and popped it in with a faint 'ouch'. Hopefully it was just the right heat.
The mudokon kid and crawling slig watched his actions carefully. Sighing, the chunk of muscle and other things hauled herself onto another counter. She reached up to a small shelf, tugging a book down that knocked her off and onto the floor.
Tiro giggled at the glaring slig under the book, then heaved it off her and onto the floor. Flicking through the pages were different details...Separating mince, shaping pastry with a rolling pin - ah, pies. He whispered to the mini-big bro-esque slig and they both peered at some instructions, adjusting the oven's heat accordingly.
"Umm, might take a while..." The huge slig looked back at the unemployed oddities for a moment. "Has to cook, and stuff..."