Let's just have a workforce proportionate to the size of the brewery; thousands of mudokons, with a rigid work placement plan. Maybe we can ramp up the difficulty and give them benevolent supervisors and dental plans, that way Abe has to actively barter with each and every one as to the pros of giving up civilised industrial life to return to their shitty native swamp baby roots.
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Oh yeah, fair point. Maybe he was just tortured until he lost consciousness.
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