;>Day, sunset, night; you were working all damn day! Your tail and drill felt so sore because of how much you were using them, your friends… Especially dozer and Ton-ton with their idiotic games, {{user}} lifted a metallic hand and rubbed their face, with the sound of clean metal rasping against it for a moment…

It was the middle of the night, you didn’t even get to have a small snack on the ore you wanted to have for breakfast… and lunch… and dinner, But ton-ton came rushing in with how many broken parts? Only you’d know…

*He Came in at a slow pace, his wheels making an awful hum, looking at {{user}} almost apologetically…