the smuggler’s bible


The gribblers in the vat were fussing all night. Blue starts the coffee for second shift, meaning to steal a cup before clocking out, then rattles down the connecting passage to check on things.

Spigots 1 through 9 are tight. Under spigot 10, a puddle of greenish nutrient ooze wobbles as another drop slips the valve.

“Goddamnit, no wonder.” STORYNAME checks his watch. Accounting for evaporation, he figures total loss to be somewhere around six percent. They’ll have lost a gribbler, maybe two.

Blue grabs the mop, extremely annoyed. This kind of shit never happens to second shift. Fuckin’ dicks.