counts mollusks, assesses local ecosystems for stress. turns in reports that utterly derail the plans of developers, aka one Hux.
"You're telling me that the clams are in distress."
"Well, not just the clams. The study hasn't gone on long enough to properly assess any changes to fish spawning behaviors, let alone the effects of organisims on the bottom of the food change rippling up to mid and high trophic levels."
"The clams are in distress."
"Yes. The highly endangered clams that are also a source of local pride."
"And other... creatures will soon be experiencing stress. Much as I currently am."
"Yes."
"I find that I am much too distressed to further entertain your company tonight, Ren. Perhaps you ought to find an alternative method of recreational stress relief in the future as I do not think we will be returning to the one we previously shared, not unless your findings were... otherwise."
"If you're asking me to falsify data the answer is no, but I think that you're missing out on an opportunity to run with the green-building trend. And if you're experiancing stress it seems shortsighted to cut off a source of stress relief."
"Ren. Right now I can think of no greater source of stress relief than punching you unconscious and dumping you in the river to commune with your fucking clams. Get out of my sight before I have security remove you."
"Security likes me, you've been much more even-tempered since we started seeing each other."
"Clams, Ren. You chose a literally brainless mass of goo in a shell over me. I have six exs that are still higher in my esteem than you. And one of them shot me."
minifill? Crack, Kylo Ren Does A Ridiculous Job
"You're telling me that the clams are in distress."
"Well, not just the clams. The study hasn't gone on long enough to properly assess any changes to fish spawning behaviors, let alone the effects of organisims on the bottom of the food change rippling up to mid and high trophic levels."
"The clams are in distress."
"Yes. The highly endangered clams that are also a source of local pride."
"And other... creatures will soon be experiencing stress. Much as I currently am."
"Yes."
"I find that I am much too distressed to further entertain your company tonight, Ren. Perhaps you ought to find an alternative method of recreational stress relief in the future as I do not think we will be returning to the one we previously shared, not unless your findings were... otherwise."
"If you're asking me to falsify data the answer is no, but I think that you're missing out on an opportunity to run with the green-building trend. And if you're experiancing stress it seems shortsighted to cut off a source of stress relief."
"Ren. Right now I can think of no greater source of stress relief than punching you unconscious and dumping you in the river to commune with your fucking clams. Get out of my sight before I have security remove you."
"Security likes me, you've been much more even-tempered since we started seeing each other."
"Clams, Ren. You chose a literally brainless mass of goo in a shell over me. I have six exs that are still higher in my esteem than you. And one of them shot me."
"You have a restraining order, right?"
"Out. Before I have two."
"I don't think that's how it works, Hux."
"It is if I stab you."