"Alright, alright, more to the right! Wolfstace, don't you dare remove the harness, the boss says– damn it! Can someone help me!? Someone's fallen into the pile of pipes again!"
As the Sheeple supervisor began scrambling for people to help him rescue the fallen Wulfin, Duncan and Titus just gawped at the sheer stupidity and recklessness of their... 'employees'.
"What the fuck on Earadun is this!? Why on Earadun am I seeing people fall into accidents everywhere!? On the way, here, I've seen not one, not two, but 10 different accidents on the route. 10! And the most ridiculous of them all was how someone got metal poisoning from drinking contaminated water. Didn't they see the pool of water turning DARK BROWN! "What am I dealing with here, children!?"
Seeing him ranting with his face redder than a Ragerilla, the group remained quiet, eyes down. They knew they screwed up badly at that, since they knew that Silvertree Corporation advocated safety for all its employees.
"I didn't know that Duncan cared deeply for his employees."
"Whuh? I thought you knew, since, y'know, both of you come from the same place..."
"Whoops, my bad."
Seeing Simon and Lewis talking behind Duncan, and since said Elf still raging, Titus heaved a sigh of resignation, before calling out to Duncan. "I'll write a book on codes and standards to work here. It's something I used to do back in my previous workplace anyways..."
Hearing this fantastic piece of news, Duncan calmed down. "Thanks, old man, for the excellent news. I hope that once it's compiled, everyone, I mean, EVERYONE, follows it to a tee. Anyways, let's continue on, shall we?"
"Yeah, let's go!"
Turning their heads, they were met with a pale little girl munching on a plate of freshly baked Jaffa cakes from who knows where. "What? Can't a little girl eat her bread in peace?"
"Why the fuck are you still here..."
Clenching his fists tightly, Duncan asked through his gritted teeth. "Eh, wanted to see how the factory that will produce my new product will look like. I mean, I am investing in 70% of the total construction fees, aren't I? As bonus, you're here as we–"
"BONUS MY FUCKING ASS! THANKS TO YOU, I'M NOW LABELLED AS A PEDOPHILE, WITH A LOVE LIFE DEADER THAN THE NECRO-PITS OF NIHILIS! AND GOTNGET NE STARTED WHEN WE WERE DATING! BREAD, BREAD, BREAD, BREAD, BREAD, BREAD, BREAD! ALL YOU WANTED FROM ME WAS BREAD! YOU NEVER CARED ABOUT WHAT I WANTED, ABOUT HOW I FELT! AFTER YEARS OF SELF-THERAPY, WHEN I FINALLY MANAGED TO COME BACK, BAM! YOU WERE THERE! WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT!?"
Huffing with (righteous) anger, Duncan huffed angrily at Carnine, his face so red Titus feared it would burst like an overripe pimple. "Hey... are you alright man?"
It was only when Lewis asked him with concern did Duncan finally realise what he had done. Cowering behind Simon were Celine and Goblina, their faces pale. Titus, through stoic as ever, gleamed slightly with concern at his state.
The worst was Carmine...
Though she did not say nor show, she was visibly hurt. Celine managed to gleam traces of pain from her eyes, which raised questions in her mind. Before she could ruminate over them, two large black bat wings erupted from Carmine's back, lifting her into the air.
"I shall suspend my tour for now. Titus, could younplease report to.me the status once you've toured the factory, thank you very much. I shall retire to my quarters for now..."
Seeing Duncan's fading back, the group remained quiet.
"So, did we pass the inspection or not?"