Just after dindins when you're about to kip in the shop with Pork Hos, someone comes in.
His manner of looking round stops you from telling him the shop's closed.
"<span class="mu-g"> Who's you? N whurrz Buttsmegg and Oyl Tigg? </span>"
"<span class="mu-r"> Buttsmegg fired Tiggy for skivin, n I'z fired him fur stealen. Wanna cuppa, Bosser.</span>" You have the spiced tea recipe crammed in a kettle and ready.
"<span class="mu-g"> I could do. Boil us sum tea, Nooby.</span>"
"<span class="mu-r">Wotcher.</span>"
Pork Hos gets the fire going and fetches water, while you set out a cleanish cup onna thin plank wiv some chippy bikkies
dried sugar-flour tack biscuits.
You doff up the nicest rag cushions in a pile for him to sit in, give him an account of the daily Takes, fetch this and that.
When the tea's done you strain it through a cleanny cloff like Buttsmegg taught you, hand it over. Dok sniffs, sips, spews his moutful on the floor.
"<span class="mu-g">Yer used the right stuffs in the right pinches; why zit taste wrong? Howdjoo doet?</span>" You repeat Buttsmegg's recipe at him, which you had followed as precisely as you could; you're already fantasizing about turning Buttsmegg into a lampshade.
"<span class="mu-g">Hrnn. Yur sponge got creases in, Redder. Yer did evverfin perfet. But yer cooken's shidd. Itza mirrcle. Never touch the tea again. Narr, wots yur game?</span>"
"<span class="mu-r">Wotchu mean Bosser.</span>"
"<span class="mu-g">No one hands-up to be an In-Turn, and no Gobby runs the shop without pinching Stuffs. Looking by yur kit, yur plenny killy; looking at the Take, yer not arfta Stuffs. Wotsit yur wont, Redder? Stahp baalshiddn or I'll run yur.</span>"
"<span class="mu-r">I'z wanna be a bigjobb. Shammies are the biggist jobbz. I'z fott I'z givvit a fair go. See wots uppy like.</span>" Best not to mention the ShammyBoss at all this early, you think.
"<span class="mu-g">Yerr. We can allus use moar bodies. Yur carnt cook; dat narrows it down.</span>"
<span class="mu-s">[WHERE DOES DOK SEND YOU]</span>
>Yer followen him, personal gofer and buttboy>You'll be hobnobbing among the Shammies; getting clews> -12 Penalty from Seafood Shrine SUS>Bodyguard for lower ranked support Shammies sent out with Wulver scouts> -8 Penalty from Ceremony SUS>Containment team at the Sports Zoo, where the Foit Pit monsters get wrangled>Carrionpede limited to BEASTIE WHAPP only>Assigned to the Red Snots; dunjjonning advance team. >You'll be setting orf unknown traps and weird buggaboos>the noo dunjjon will get mapped based on the wounds on your back, lal[R O L L]
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