“Everyone listen up. It’s our job to guard the prisoners while everyone is away. It’s a boring job, but it’s important it’s done right. We will work in rotations of two at the doors with a third in communication range. Many Legs, Many Eyes, as the most dangerous of us, we will be relying on you strongly in case of a true jailbreak. So we won’t ever have you on direct guard duty. The main rotations will be made up of myself, Mother Scrump, Cindy, Trashcat, and the Capybaras squad. Any questions?” Gus finished up his speech to the collected animals with a question. He was concerned about what what the Cyclopean aliens had said so he had every intention of making sure this was done correctly. He had to prove himself as a defender of his friends just in case he really was some kind of monster.

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“YES, CAN WE… Sorry, got excited. Can we eat while on duty?” Many Legs asked.

“Yes, it’s important to be well-fed. I will have no signs of hunger in my soldiers.” Gus answered.

“Gus, I don’t think we are soldiers.” Trashcat side-eyed the large bird.

“We are for this loop, and we may have to be again. It’s important to be ready, little Trashy.” Gus responded.

“He’s not wrong, Trashcat. The future that awaits us all may be very dark.” Mother Scrump agreed.