“Hisirdoux, do you have feet for hands? All the Slorr juice? You know how long it takes to milk one of those?” merlin scolded. And douxie whines “Sorry, sir. I was just trying to save time.” douxie says “Your cutting corners has only cost me time. It's hard enough creating Arthur's new weapon without your mucking about. I need you in the workshop, and you're milking the Slorr.” merlin hands douxie a bucket and sends him to go milk the slorr