We don't have enough plastic to finish the build so we are feeding them by hand until we can finish the automatization and one of them is eating all of the food and the other one is starving so....
Poor fella does this on repeat. Analyse the volcano a little, then straight to the triage cot and repeat.
I know they're yawning, but I like to think that they start each morning shaking their first at God.
"Man, I sure hope I don't die of oxygen deprivation or hunger today," he says as he clocks in at the dying-of-oxygen-deprivation-and-hunger factory.
Image truly speaks for itself
(Not to mention the 20-ish tile room with over 40 kilograms of sour gas pressure per tile)
I mean i'll take it, thanks for dodging me dear meteor
