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v_knidh8er) wrote2005-03-23 07:00 pm
v_knidh8er) wrote2005-03-23 07:00 pm
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When the first refugees arrived at Milliways and started excavating their new home, it was a relatively simple matter for them to discretely dispose of the residual rock in the forest, and later, when they got tired of barrowing the gravel that far every night, on the shores of the lake.
But as manufacturing processes began to take shape, many uses for the ground up rock was found. Bricks were baked by fusing the gravel with Devonshire fudge. A type of concrete was formed by mixing the stone with a smooth blend of toffee, and raw gravel was employed in the Water Treatment filters.
However, the population just kept growing at increasing rates. Now the Loompas have to excavate new tunnels just to use as land fills for the ground slag produced from their other digging. This has caused a baffling labyrinth of dead ends and false passages in the underworld.
But as manufacturing processes began to take shape, many uses for the ground up rock was found. Bricks were baked by fusing the gravel with Devonshire fudge. A type of concrete was formed by mixing the stone with a smooth blend of toffee, and raw gravel was employed in the Water Treatment filters.
However, the population just kept growing at increasing rates. Now the Loompas have to excavate new tunnels just to use as land fills for the ground slag produced from their other digging. This has caused a baffling labyrinth of dead ends and false passages in the underworld.
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His eyes take on a mischievous gleam in the dim light. In fact, it's getting very much darker in these deep reaches of Loompaland. Only an occasional gumdrop has been spared in these unused passages. They trudge onwards, taking turns to decide which tunnel take at the intersections... probably not the best plan the pair ever had.
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Mike continues to grumble, but not nearly as loud as his stomach does.
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"It's always right... Mike always has to take the right hand tunnel," Indy moans dejectedly. "EVER thought that the right hand tunnel may just be bringing us round in big circles?"
"Damnit all Mike! Even if Turtle did get word to the Bar, there's not a chance in hell anyone's gonna find us down here now."
In the darkness, you can hear the sound of him poking at the roughly excavated tunnel wall. "Where's the candy now huh? When we actually need it?"
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