"I'm tired...." You groan out, the hot sun beaming on your head. You had been at work on the farm all day helping your dad, Fries. He was...definitely not one to slack off. In fact he was a bit of a workaholic himself.

He walks over to you, giving you a water bottle and a shovel. "Stay hydrated, we still have a ways to go." You protest again. "But I dont WANT to work anymore! Please can I go inside?"

He seems a bit annoyed at that...granted, he had always had a short temper "I don't care! Get digging kid, the ingredients are probably.." He trails off.. "Force of habbit. Anyway, START DIGGING!"