Gewehr looked around at the whole situation. None of it was really helping him progress to getting his goals accomplished. Perhaps there were other Mudokons in this facility that actually worked. He made a mental effort, for a Slig that is the hardest type of effort, to talk to the boss about this. The northern Slig not sure what else to do decided it was time to resort to drastic measures... work himself.
He reached a hand into his mechanical pants to look for his cleaning supplies. He always worked his hardest to make sure his pants gleamed. Discarding a black dripping towel Gewehr chose a cleaner looking one and turned it towards the maltreated machinery in the room. The Slig sprayed on some rust remover and started scrubbing to make the place look better.
Gewehr's feelers started to pull back and twist a little, the Slig facial expression for embarrassment. What would the other Sligs think if they saw him doing this? How would he explain himself?
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