The northern Slig didn't like how the Mudokon(Anni) blew him off so nonchalantly. What were wrong with the Mudokons here? Did they think they were his equals or something? Mudokons were referred to as Muds for a reason. Muds weren't even equal to the produce they manufactured. They were lower then that. Filthy, useless mud. That is what Mudokons were equal to.
Gewehr made a mental note to beat that Mud the first chance he got. The smallest of excuses would work for him. I mean as long as the thing could still work did it matter how scarred its body was? The prideful Slig decided he would also terrorize the stupid Mud's friend. If only he could manage to find the thing. Oh well... he could always wait for the Mud and the big thing to find the shaken one for him. Deciding to head into to his work station Gewehr left the cafeteria and made his way around the facility.
Following signs around Rupture Farms the northern Slig managed to find the Production Lines. He looked around amazed by the huge contraptions that distributed the various products throughout Rupture Farms. Gewehr was no engineer, but the machines looked like they could still operate. Some of them were just a little covered in soot or ash, nothing a little scrubbing couldn't fix. Gewehr saw the switch to get the machinery back into operation and decided to give it a pull. At first he was only using his right hand, but the switch refused to budge. Using both his hands and all his might Gewehr gave it a second attempt. It wasn't that Gewehr actually wanted to work, no sane Slig would. It was just that wearing pants made Gewehr feel strong. Sadly he was still just as weak as any Slig.
Tugging a tad too hard Gewehr lost his balance and fell very awkwardly onto his back; knocking his head against the cold, metal floor. The gyros within Gewehr's pants went to work and brought the Slig back up. The prideful Slig was very embarrassed and hoped no one else had seen what had happened. He made a quick scan around the room and to his dismay saw someone(JIM) nearby. Losing logic in his state of chagrin Gewehr grabbed his blunderbuss off his belt and pointed it at the possible witness. Taking a closer look he realized it was just a cowering Mud.
Upon further speculation Gewehr realized that this Mudokon might be THE cowering Mud. The northern Slig's feelers twisted into what other Sligs would perceive as a smirk. Gewehr lowered his weapon, placing it back onto his belt, and introduced himself:
"Ey Mud. You wouldn hapn to be Jim would ya? Da boss assigned you, me some big guy, and your brother ta work here. Anni, or wat evah dat Slurg feed is called, told me ya got a fear of us Sligs or sumthin. She says you can't work wit me. Now I find that prepos... prepost... stupid! Ya look like a quiet, easy ta work wit guy. Da boss wants us ta clean up dis place and keep it runnin. Now we're a team. So dat means we gots to work togedah. As long as ya do everything I say we won't have no problems. Ya hear?"
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