The Life of Gulf the Engraver, addendum
"Who does he think he is, that Mees-ko or whatever he goes by. Has he no respect for his elders!?" Gulf muttered, busy with his latest engraving. "Throwing me out of my own domicile, when I was the one who carved it out of the rock!" Brodich, who was working on another engraving down the hall, felt the need to chime in. "But Gulf, didn't you just order the miners to carve out that eight by five room for you?" "SAME THING, DARN IT!" Gulf roared, spit flying onto his engraving of himself (To "remember the old glory days" Gulf had said). Wiping off the saliva from the wall, Gulf continued "I'd like to become overseer again, and build a nice tower to keep that scumbag in solitary confinement, but I-" Gulf cut off his tirade just long enough to shout "I'VE COMPLETED A MASTERPIECE!" before moving on to the next section of wall. "-really don't want to put up with pushing you fools around for another year." Brodich snorted. "Yeah, did you even do anything useful on your turn, Gulf? Oh, right, you had a massive bedroom built for yourself, my bad." Gulf, scowling, glared over at his fellow former overseer before turning to consider the patch of unengraved wall before him. Gulf's scowl turned to a grin as he picked up his chisel, thinking about how a permanent engraving of Brodich and Misko dancing in the nude was just what this fort needed.
(Edited at 4:38:29 to be more insulting)