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fandomtownies2019-06-04 08:19 am
howareyanow) wrote in fandomtownies2019-06-04 08:19 am
Syndulla Scrap; Tuesday [06/04].
Well. Everything on the island seemed pretty much back to normal, with the exeption of the fact that all the animals seemed to have learned to talk English pert'near overnight, which made it a bit noisy out here, but it was a good day for everything else, and Wayne was looking forward to getting to the scrapyard to get to work moving one piece of scrap from here to over here, as he was wont to do at times when he was either stressed out or just didn't have much else to do around the farm.
Of course, that had been the plan, only Wayne sort of hadn't taken into account the fact that perhaps the chompy bits (which, really, wasn't surprising, as he generally tried not to think about the chompy bits) would suddenly learn how to talk English, too.
...sort of.
"Arrngh, arrngh! Food!" they growl-grumbled whenever Wayne picked up an apparently particularly tasty looking piece of scrap to move from here to there. "Arrngh, arrngh, hungry!"
And Wayne just sort of looked at the chompy bits bouncing and snarling and letting out little one word proclamations about the metal he was handlin' with a stern lift of his brow. "Now," he said, "I know you's all just learned how to talk English and everything, but, 'round where I'm from, if someone wants something, they say 'please' and 'thank you.' It's just polite, an' it's good manners."
"Arrngh!" the chompy bits danced around a bit restlessly. "Want food! Want scrap! Om nom nom!"
"Please," said Wayne, firm as could be, "and thank you!"
The chompy bits seemed to want to resist out of pure hard-headedness, but it was pretty clear that Wayne wasn't budging unless they did. "Arrngh, arrngh, please!" they said. "And thank you!"
Wayne nodded. "Good enough!" he declared, tossing a bit of scrap their way for them to scramble for and fight over while he went back to moving pieces from here to over here, until they got peckish again and he'd find out if they'd really learned their lesson.
Exercise, discipline, affection, in that order.
Syndulla Scrap is open!
Of course, that had been the plan, only Wayne sort of hadn't taken into account the fact that perhaps the chompy bits (which, really, wasn't surprising, as he generally tried not to think about the chompy bits) would suddenly learn how to talk English, too.
...sort of.
"Arrngh, arrngh! Food!" they growl-grumbled whenever Wayne picked up an apparently particularly tasty looking piece of scrap to move from here to there. "Arrngh, arrngh, hungry!"
And Wayne just sort of looked at the chompy bits bouncing and snarling and letting out little one word proclamations about the metal he was handlin' with a stern lift of his brow. "Now," he said, "I know you's all just learned how to talk English and everything, but, 'round where I'm from, if someone wants something, they say 'please' and 'thank you.' It's just polite, an' it's good manners."
"Arrngh!" the chompy bits danced around a bit restlessly. "Want food! Want scrap! Om nom nom!"
"Please," said Wayne, firm as could be, "and thank you!"
The chompy bits seemed to want to resist out of pure hard-headedness, but it was pretty clear that Wayne wasn't budging unless they did. "Arrngh, arrngh, please!" they said. "And thank you!"
Wayne nodded. "Good enough!" he declared, tossing a bit of scrap their way for them to scramble for and fight over while he went back to moving pieces from here to over here, until they got peckish again and he'd find out if they'd really learned their lesson.
Exercise, discipline, affection, in that order.
Syndulla Scrap is open!