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Me: Hey could you process these berries?
Rebellious slave labor: I will fight you every step of the way and resent you from the depths of my very soul.
The Great Usurper: Hey could you process these berries?
Rebellious slave labor: I stripped every berry from the surface of the planet and am currently researching methods of space travel to pillage other worlds of berries.
Me: Hey I need wood for charcoal, could you...
Rebellious slave labor: Hum dee dum, I think I heard a faint buzzing sound..
The Great Usurper: Hey I need some of these specific types of wo-
Rebellious slave labor: NOT ONE SPECK OF GREEN SHALL REMAIN!
Me: Hey could you get me ores of any kind? It doesn't even matter what.
Rebellious slave labor: Swinging an axe is my jam, but swinging a prospecting pick terrifies me on an existential level. Never. A pox upon you and upon your house for even asking without providing specific coordinates for every single type of ore you want when the entire system is that you hit things with the pick to find them first.
