IC:
The other command from the more important Glukkon seemed to catch Squico offguard. In a way, there was nothing wrong with the minor Glukkon's order; but maybe since the major Glukkon technically gave a previous order to the Slig, it was inappropriate for Squico to make another one. Frustrated that he didn't have as much control as he thought he did, Squico grew agitated. To make things worse, the Squico didn't have a smoke.
The rather rude response from the Slig (Grace) made it even worse for Squico. Being called unranked infuriated him. Squico tapped his way over to Slig, while saying with a hint of sarcasm, "I'm apologize, I didn't hear that. I heard some muttering from a low class scum, who will never get any control in this factory."
"But yea, get to work. Need to get more steriods I see," was about all he had left to say.
Squico tried to confine his shivers inside of him. This level of agitation needed to be controlled by a good smoke, but of course since he wasn't allowed to control any of the Sligs on duty (What kind of place is this, he thought to himself) he needed to find his own Slig. But where? He pondered on this while he made his way to the Production and Packaging area.
OOC: People here seem to have no torolence to rude and arrogant Glukkons. The nerve.
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