Fade in to a torchlit farming chamber. Two dwarfs are working tirelessly in the fields.Urist McFarmin: Yah know, Faden, thar's nutin' better den da dirt in yer hands and da satursfacshun of knowin' dat all dis hard work 'elps provide all da 'sentials for a fart ta survive. Ar effarts produce grub, booze, clodes, oil fer curing, 'n' dyes fer purdy clothes (fer dem fancy pants dat care 'bout purdy colors, like da mayor).
Faden Peatknees: You sure said a mouthful there, Urist. I think nothing but happy thoughts when I part the soil, carefully place the spawns, and pat them down nice and comfortable like.
... short period of time passes ...Urist (looking around): I taught da Overseer 'ad arsked more of us ta enjoy dis 'underful life.
Faden: Oh, he did. You're talking about those other fellow's who are off in the hall, throwing themselves a party.
Urist: A pardy!! Why'red dey havin' a pardy? Don't dey know dar's work ta be done?
Faden: Well, they did do their work. They don't enjoy the fields quite as much as you and I so they get it done faster.
Urist: Really? I'd da tought dey take der sweet time, considerin' how much yield dey get from der spawns.
Faden: Well, I believe that that has more to do with the Guildhouse and the Guild meetings to which they attend. It appears that with membership to the guild, they learn methodologies for performing our task with great speed and quality. You also get to attend the social gatherings that the guild sponsors.
Urist: But if dey don't love da work, den warts the point?
Faden: Well, they may not love the work, like you and I, but they do seem to enjoy the extra free time they have available to have said social gatherings, stroll through the statue garden, and enjoy the wonderful wildlife at the zoo.
Urist (under his breath): dern fools.
... short period of time passes ...Faden (finishing up his work): Well, I'm all done here. I believe I'll wander over to the hall and see if they are still celebrating Barsmead's birthday.
Urist grumblesFaden: You know, Urist, there's a rumor going around that the Overseer isn't satisfied with the work we've been doing. It sounds like he is so happy with the amount of yield that the others are getting that he may have us reassigned to pushing the carts. After all, we are stronger than the average fellow.
Urist: Wart!!!
Faden: Yes, I heard it from a reliable source.
(pauses) I think I'm going to go check out that Guildhouse. Maybe if I can plant as fast as the others the Overseer will allow me to stay in the fields.
Urist (finishing up): I 'ate ta 'mit it, but yah may harv a point. I be one gloomy gus if'n I hard ta push dem damn carts around. Guessin' I'll come wit yah ta check'er out.
... walking off into the darkness ...Urist: Yah tinkin' of washin' erp first?
Faden: I think that would be appropriate. If we are more presentable, we are more likely to gain acceptance into their membership.
(pauses) You may also let me do all of the talking. You have a certain "earthy" quality to your choice of phrasing and enunciation.
Urist: Dart's true. 'oint taken.
... from the darkness, voices fading away ...Urist (holding back his excitement): I 'erd da Great 'all irs a sight ta see.
Faden: Yes, it would be nice to spend a little more time there. Not as much as I enjoy the fields, but who knows, we may actually meet someone and start our own families.
Urist: HAAaah! Yer such a silly dorf.
(30 second pause) I bedder 'aush up.
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