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>Seafood Shrine DETECTED
>SUS
>Conjugal Ceremony DETECTED
>SUS
>no immediate consequences, but curious parties are out to make connections
You carnt give a toss to Boog's or Kurruk's invitations when your <span class="mu-r">real</span> Bosser already tasked you. On your holidays too, nyerrrh.
"<span class="mu-r">Sarry doggfucker, I'z bizzi. N I hate doggz.</span>"
"<span class="mu-g">Lal. Whaddevvr, chikkin.</span>"
You don't let him havvit, because you know he wanted to say faggit. He's being nice while saving face. You can make an enemy of his Bosser at a more convenient time.
You pump your Droogz for as much info as they have on Shammies. Being Gobbs they don't know much, except OverBoss loves them most. They don't have a fixed headquarters, just lurk around the places they're assigned to, practicing their zappies in the capacity of help: they restrain the biggy killy berserk monsters at the Foit Pits, stabilize and patch the krumped losers wots not dedd; do weather forecasts and swole-making zapps for the raiders; keep tabs on all kindsy numbers for OverBoss.
The ShammyBoss and the OverBoss hang around lots, a few days here, a few there; there's lots to do, it seems, though your Droogz have no idea what it's leading to.
DirtyNuggz and Pork Hos you leave at the hovel, to watch it and take messages while you're out. Uptush, being the savviest of them, you take with you.
You head back to the Wich Dok's shop in the bazaar, the likeliest place you know of finding a Shammy.
One of the In-Turns has been replaced by a grumpy big Oik wot obviously doesn't want to be here. The other In-Turn's miserable too. He's all gnarled up in burns.
"<span class="mu-g">Hey, Reddy. Zup.</span>"
"<span class="mu-r">Fugg happened to you, dungface. Yer toast like taters.</span>"
"<span class="mu-g">Dok closed shop, called us uppa hill vere. Dur wuzza ... fingy inva rocks. Like a smol hous, wivva plank innit wots drarwn on. Dok told us to rekk it, so Breggtuul wuz like, hokay Boss. He took a stomp at it, annit brokt like nuffin. Den he meltid. Like a candle inna fire. He triedda get halp, grabbt me, n I got like dis. Dok n va ovva Shammies jezt watcht. Carnt do shit. Ain <span class="mu-i">werff</span> shit. Tiggy here's got volunteered to be anuvva In-Turn.</span>"
>Shidd
>dey found da Shrine
"<span class="mu-r">Anny idees who made va fingy.</span>"
"<span class="mu-g">Narr. A few Shammies got put on it, wiv some ov da Wulvies. Dok finks itza Sorsra; might be arr typa people, if we kin find him n bring him round.</span>"
"<span class="mu-r">Pfeh. Wotza Weak Race got we ain't.</span>"
He taps the side of his nose. His burnt fingy has no fingynail. "<span class="mu-g">Majjiks. Beating them out of a WRigger is farsta n moar enjoyble than lerny inventing.</span>"
You defer to his expert opinion.
"<span class="mu-r">Say I wanna find Shammies. Mebbe lern sumn or sumn. How'd I doet.</span>"
Tiggy the Oik brightens up. Dungface you still don't care enough to arsk his name sez dey got a posishun juzt open.
You are now an In-Turn.
