Lazy Buttons
"A few more war dogs ran out and attacked. I have to say I'm slightly terrified by them. One of the bitches actually gave birth while she was attacking, and her puppies joined in on the carnage. At the end of the day, the three mandrills were dead, and they took one war dog with them and injured another one and a puppy."
"...Apparently the Craftsdwarf union rules preclude me from directly asking for anything specific, including the fucking mini-forges that our beloved broker storms into my office every day and demands. The best I can do is tell them to make "toys" and hope they happen to figure out that means "mini-forges" and not boats or hammers or axes or puzzleboxes or all this other shit that I am now buried under, and not a single mini-forge, and so the broker is pissed at me and there isn't shit-all I can do about since I wouldn't know how to make a fucking mini-forge to save my life. I need a drink..."
"...The humans bring me a load of meat and cloth. I trade them an elephant in a cage for everything they own. Have fun with that one, assholes... "
"I finished making the Broker's mini-forges. He immediately issued a mandate that no mini-forges could be exported. I guess the cocksucker really likes his fucking mini-forges. "
"A frogman jumped out of a well and surprised Sibruk, one of the military dwarves. He killed the froggie pretty easily, but then he somehow got stuck in the well. So now little Timmy there is dying of thirst because he can't drink from the well that his fat ass is stuck in. His friends don't seem to have any trouble drinking around him. I guess they brought straws or something."
"...Apparently the Craftsdwarf union rules preclude me from directly asking for anything specific, including the fucking mini-forges that our beloved broker storms into my office every day and demands. The best I can do is tell them to make "toys" and hope they happen to figure out that means "mini-forges" and not boats or hammers or axes or puzzleboxes or all this other shit that I am now buried under, and not a single mini-forge, and so the broker is pissed at me and there isn't shit-all I can do about since I wouldn't know how to make a fucking mini-forge to save my life. I need a drink..."
"...The humans bring me a load of meat and cloth. I trade them an elephant in a cage for everything they own. Have fun with that one, assholes... "
"I finished making the Broker's mini-forges. He immediately issued a mandate that no mini-forges could be exported. I guess the cocksucker really likes his fucking mini-forges. "
"A frogman jumped out of a well and surprised Sibruk, one of the military dwarves. He killed the froggie pretty easily, but then he somehow got stuck in the well. So now little Timmy there is dying of thirst because he can't drink from the well that his fat ass is stuck in. His friends don't seem to have any trouble drinking around him. I guess they brought straws or something."