>You arrive at work early again
>You're sure youre boss dosent mind
>in fact for such a quiet man he seems quite pleased your there
>"hurry up, the fluffies get up with the sun" he says
>not sure if encourging bad behavior in you
>or just oblivious and frightened by fluffies
>you walk out of sight and don your mask
>either way your golden on this so why not keep going
>you trace your way back to the newspaper citadel and look upon your host
>it looks like your oficers kept order last night
>two more ex- nobles lie dead
>their horns are ripped off and stuffed in their asses
>your pretty sure patch did that
>you also notice a pile of scrap and spare parts about knee high in the middle of camp
>good fluffies
>You look around for what you need right now though
>right there, two metal trash can lids
>you bang thenm together and scare the ever living shit out of the fluffies
>2 dams fluffsplode
>hey where you had 2 now you have 9
>such is life in soviet union
>you then begin barking orders for all of the army fluffs to assemble
>you really just said
"all army fluffies come here right now"
>and by said I mean bellowed
>and by bellowed I mean wake up the drunken hobo across the dump bellowed
 
>Your fluffies scramble to you
>you can see why patch is ramming any fluffy thats moving even a little slow
>you love this little bastard
>tough as nails that one
>you look at your filthy army of mongrels
"smarty says we need more land"
>you can easiliy justify war to these simpletons
"we need more nummies and more fluffies
>"most of them look confused
>you don't think they ever NEEDED more fluffies
>but they don't want the gulag so they'll go along with anything
"where are the herds of bad fluffies"
>your hoping their smart enough to at least keep track of the enemy
>"dey ova dere in tha big nummies pwace"
>one after another they pipe up with some kind of location
>there seem to be 5 herds in the dump aside from yours
>and they seem to base themselves around "natural" resources
>one controls the section for food refuse
>americans, always ones to waste food
>fluffies are not so
>another is based among the old cars and other vehicular garbage
>two more are constantly fighting over the grass clippings and compost
>another lives in the electronic waste, and they seem to wear the old parts as armor
>Laughable
>and the least powerful herd lives in the broken bottles of the recycling center
>you'd like to get that food
>but you'd need more troops
>the food tribe is the most powerful
>instead you'll set upon the grass conflict
>hopefully one side will join you so they can beat the other
>You really hope your not giving these things too much credit in the mental area