OOC: Sorry for the delay...
IC:
Squico wasn’t sure to be furious or to be ecstatic about this new job. His brow furrowed at what kind of response to give Arnie. At one point, it was his dream to work at Rupture Farms when Mullock was still alive, and now a little bit of dream was realized. He actually landed a job on the first try of getting a job. However, it was pretty easy to get the job. Almost too easy.
That’s what bothered Squico. His job was just dished out. Like it didn’t matter all that much in the end. His job seemed like the equilivent of what the Slig beside him just got. It didn’t help to say he had more ‘authority’ than the Slig (Grace). He felt insulted as a Glukkon to just get a job without any registration, any interview, or any gurantee of a job. It blew him off to no end when Arnie asked him what was his name. He didn’t even feel valued enough to even be given a name. Squico lost his cigarette on the ground from his anger, but hastily tried to shrug it off. He didn’t want bad reports already.
"They’s call me Squico. Thanks for the job," was the only thing he could bear to tell Arnie. Turning away, Squico muttered inaudibly under his breath, "Bastard...."
He saw that the rather large Slig in front of him was still there, clearly not following orders. Squico thought that this was a chance to blow some steam and to prove he was going to be quite an addition to the executive branch. He burst to the Slig (Grace), "Hey! If yer gonna just bein’ standin’ there instead of doin’ yer job, you may as well light me a cigar! NOW!"
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