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Rolled 19, 20 = 39 (2d20)
Before anything else, Seafood tells you to move the two grindstones that make up the Corpse Grinder to the new place.
He says that the Grinder had already started collecting Unworldly contamination from all the Plague Dedders you turned to Dedd Dust on it, but you can guess that's not the whole reason. He just wants to watch you work.
Whatever. With the help of some levers and pulleys you manage to get them edge side up.
Then it's just the chore of moving them some thousand paces across the forest floor to the new place.
Seafood tasks Moar Ow to help you, which is just a joke: the Fing's just a floating hedd now, not that you can see it when it's wearing its black bedsheet.
You do your best with your new workforce: you put two ropes through its eye sockets so it can help pull the bigger millstone vertical and steady it from overhead as you roll. Not too big a help, since Moar Ow sizzles when naked under strong sunlight, and when wearing the bedsheet it can only exert a moderate pressure for short periods before the ropes phase through.
If Shitfuck hadn't told it to take off the black bedsheet you're not sure a chance existed.
You manage to get the Corpse Grinder to the new place and set it up. A short rest after that, you start grinding Moar Ow's beheaded body in it. Seafood wants some for experiments; the great bulk of it he leaves to you, saying that cutting the Dedder Dust you've already collected with Fing Dust might make it...interesting.
You do as he says, taking care to plug your nose and ears, keeping your eyes and mouth covered in wet flour sacking. You're not sure how much these precautions help; after this you are going for a mudroll then a waterdunk, to be safe.
Moar Ow helps with the grinding of its own body. This is not the shittiest team building exercise ever, but it has passed the semis.
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To pass the time, since the Fing's body is pretty biggy with a lot of unexpected cartilage, you make conversation.
"I killed you, you know."
...
"How's it feel, Deddy, loozen tuva Mastur Race? Will yer ancestors say yez lame?"
...
"How'd muh chubber taste? Gotza be a first time you tasted gobbjizz commen up. Mebbe it wuzznt the first time yez burped cumm? We've heard the <span class="mu-i">storeez</span>". You haven't actually heard any stories; this just shit Fighty Ones say around the campfire. It does seem to reliably annoy Whiteies though, especially Whitey Sissies. Maybe you can get him angy enough to tell you the story in terms of denial and apology (vis, coping).
It seems to work! Moar Ow speaks!
<span class="mu-i">... Goblin.
You might want to get that looked at.</span>
"Get what looked at?" You're suddenly suspicious. Fing better not be talking about your chubber. What you were sayen wuz juz joaks n larks. Goblins are not an Always Hoemoe-Gae Race, like the Vanilli Binnies, or their slightly cooler cousins, the EDSM1 Power Butt-hnrg Binnies.
>QM 2d20 for Dedder Dust gained from Mo Ao
EDging and StiMming
