You live in Rupture Farms, the largest meat processing plant on planet Mudos. Your a Mudokon, the slave race of the factory. It’s run by Molluck the Glukkon, the meanest boss in the world. Her Glukkon physiology has her legs shriveled and small, meaning her long big arms are used as legs. She wears a purple business suit with wide shoulders and stuffs her hands inside nice looking shoes. She always is smoking a cigar.

You’re forced to work 24/7, pulling levers, pushing crates and overall slaving away. Molluck’s rule is enforced by her Sligs, an army of slugs with robotic legs, armed with guns. One always follows Molluck around, lighting her cigar.

Rupture Farms was a horrible place, the conditions were deadly, handing dangerous creatures to butcher and process. The foods they made were addicting and unhealthy, also killing off creatures to extinction like the Meeches thanks to Meech-Munchies. You now solely focused on processed Paramites into Paramite-pies and Scrabs into Scrab-cakes. Not to mention your meals consist of said horrid foods, usually causing unwilling obesity amongst your fellow Mudokon brothers and sisters.

One day, Molluck turns on the intercom, all the workers freeze to listen.

“Congratulations, my “employees”… Rupture Farms has sold its 1,000,000th Scrab-Cake… as a reward, all you lazy slaves are gonna be fed extra Scrab-Cakes during meal time today! Enjoy!”

she laughs cruelly as many workers sob and weep. Both Molluck and the slaves know they’re addicted to the food and unable to stop eating when given portions. They’ll eat til they pop if Molluck lets them.