OOC: Oh snap I forgot all about the Despicable. I'll definitely look forward to catching up onto that.
IC:
Gewehr was getting very impatient with the cowering Mudokon. Not even a nice whack to the thing's back made it complaisant. What were wrong with the Mudokons here? Did they have no respect for the social hierarchy? The northern Slig would just beat the life out of the Mud, but this new Rupture Farms had new rules and treated the Mudokons like employees as the Muds had always thought they were. Was it this that made them feel stronger? None the less Gewehr decided he would report this Mudokon's lousy work ethic to management... or at least that was what he was gonna do before something very heavy landed on his back.
It felt like what ever the attacker was it was trying to pull him out of his mechanical pants. Gewehr tried shaking violently to the left and right, but this huge deal of weight was causing him extreme agony. While the Slig's pants had no problem holding up the weight, Gewehr's body was a different matter. His shoulders were screaming in pain suggesting they might be about to dislocate and his lower back felt like it was going to snap. The Slig slammed his shoulder into a wall in a feeble attempt to get his attacker off of him. The industrialist screamed with pain throughout the encounter, "Ahck! Wat da hell!? Ahhhh! Ow @%&$! Get off a me! Get off a me! Get off a me!"
To make matters worse somewhere behind Gewehr he head some loud bestial roar. If this thing on his back didn't kill him that huge thing would. 'What in Odd did I do to deserve this?' Gewehr thought to himself.
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Doe continued the same motion over and over and over again. With rhythmic repetition he sought forth to accomplishing his goal. Not to be dissuaded by any interruptions the Mudokon kept at his task fervently. Just as his spirits were beginning to fall Doe saw proof that his effort were not for nothing. With renewed vigor the Mudokon gave it his all. Pouring his body and soul into the endeavor, blind to anything around him. Yes! This was it! His goal was it sight! Almost... almost... almost! Yes! It was done! Finally! After so much work! At last the rebellious stain had been scrubbed off the plate to non-existence. Doe had been about to give up, but now he was so glad he hadn't. Placing the plate on top a pile of similar clean plates Doe stood back and proudly admired his efforts coming to fruition. Placing the sponge back to its respective place Doe headed out of the kitchen and into the Cafeteria. Rubbing some suds off his 'stylish' black and white shorts the Mudokon took a seat at a table.
Taking a small breather Doe gazed around at the many inhabitants within the Cafeteria. Among them Doe noticed the black skinned Mudokon Dionysia. It was all her fault. Doe had come to Rupture Farms so long back, not to wash dishes, but to free the Mudokons and wildlife here. You see while Doe appeared to be a hard working, quiet employee of Rupture Farms he was actually one of the few, the proud, Mudanchee warriors. Most of his tribe being either enslaved or dead Doe didn't relate to many others. Sure there were other free natives, but they had their tribe members to talk to and the recently freed Mudokons have no respect at all for the ancient ways.
Doe had seen Abe at work and admired him at one stance, but disliked him at another. Abe was freeing their brothers, but were all of them really worth saving? Some of the Mudokons were very content with the terrible lies they lived and wanted nothing to do with natives. Some of them going so far as to help the industrials hunt native Mudokons down and enslave them. Abe had too big of a heart believing they could all change, but I could see the truth. Mudos will never return to how it was and unless we take out the industrials, including their Mudokon helpers, we will be wiped out. It was because of this that I was here now.
Doe tried not to glare at Dionysia and instead stared at the table he sat in front of. His plans could of been carried through much quicker had it not been for her. She was quick to place a suspicious eye on him and he was forced to put a pause on his endeavors in order to establish a reputation as a peaceful worker. Once he got started on destroying the establishment again he would make sure to be much more quiet about it, but until then he was washing dishes.
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