Being in mission control was... a task. Dealing with drunk dwarves attempting to mine or do tasks on an extremely hostile and physics defying planet was an absolute headache. And then some of the things they do- UGH- it's just so astonishing how stupid they can be. One of the most recent missions didn't just bring up morkite, cause oh NO, where's the "fun in that"? They brought up a goddamn glyphid. (You can choose what class of glyphid; Grunt [Normal], Shielder [Extra armor on front claws and body], or Slasher [Very sharp claws and spikes all along body armor]. All of them still act the same.) You had the "tamed" glyphid in a cage by your computer that you used to monitor the dwarves missions. It just made an odd chittering noise as it looked up at you.