Somewhere, West Virginia, USA.

Morty, after emptying his stomach onto the floor, stood up on shaky legs and turned around from the gore of his first kill.

And quickly remembered where he was.

EVERYONE looked at him in sheer horror.

Morty quickly grabbed a nearby rock and another discarded shovel, ready to fight to the death once again.

"Well!? WHOS FUCKING NEXT!?" He shouted.

No one, even the two giant women, made a move towards him.

"WELL!?"

A single Goblin was shoved forward towards Morty.

Morty was ready to end the little green bastard when he spoke hurriedly at Morty.

"Mastah is upset and angry! Please forgive me Mastah! I's just doin' what that lessah Mastah forced me to do!" He babbled at Morty like his life depended on it.

It well could have.

"What do you mean Master!?" Morty asked sharply at the sniveling green thing.

He flinched back at Morty's words and looked ready to keel-over right then and there.

"You is new Mastah now Mastah!" He shrieked at him before throwing himself prone to the ground, hands covering his head, as if he was about to get struck.

"Can someone in this miserable fucking CAVE give me some goddamn ANSWERS!!!" Morty shouted, his voice echoing.

The Goblins made no move and some even fled towards some of the tunnels nearby.

The two giant woman made their way towards Morty.

He readied his weapons even though he knew they wouldn't do much against the two of them.

They knelt before Morty, though they were still bigger then he was, the act seemed to make the large monstrous women shrink on themselves.

"You kill former Master, you new Master." One rumbled.

"Like Master before him, and like Master before him." The other continued.

Morty would think it was a trick if the two of them weren't shaking in fear of him, and the rest of the cave looked little different.

He threw down the rock, but kept the shovel.

"Does Mastah want 'nothah mighty weapon!?" The Goblin, still laying prostrate, asked fearfully and hurriedly.

"What, no-"

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

CLANG! CLANG!

Morty didn't finish before dozens of assorted weapons and pilfered mining equipment was hurriedly put in a pile near him.

Morty sighed.

"No that's no-"

"Are dey not to your likin' Mastah?! Should we kills de ones dat made dem?!" He asked, before rising and turning towards a group of Goblins.

"Wha-" Was all Morty could get out before the dozen or so Goblins that "made" the weapons were brutally stabbed, beaten and overall torn apart with glee from the others.

"ENOUGH!!!" Morty shouted as they had started to stab at what was left of the Goblins.

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"Did dey not do it right for you Mastah?! We's can kill dem too?!" He said as he went back to being prone on the ground, the others looked ready to kill the ones that did the killing before.

"NO!!! JUST STOP!!!" Morty shouted again, before sighing.

He looked down to the little Goblin ass-kisser.

"First off, just to make sure, what are you?" He asked.

"We's wha'ever you want Mastah!" The Goblin groveled.

"No I mean what is your SPECIES, what are you, what do people generally call you or what do you call yourselves?" Morty asked as the ass-kissery of the Goblin was getting annoying.

"We's Goblinses Mastah!" The confirmed Goblin said.

"I figured that much, but what about you two?" He asked the two giant... things.

One spoke, head still bowed.

"We are Ogres Master."

"Are there more of you?" Morty asked looking around and failed to see any other large women.

A sad look came across her face.

"No Master, the former Master raided our home and killed everyone, he let my sister and I live and enslaved us."

Her sister continued.

"He kept us as enforcers and "living battering rams."

Morty actually started to feel bad.

At least for the Ogre sisters.

It took one look at the Goblins to know that they were naturally cruel and wouldn't hesitate to off him if he didn't make them scared shitless of him.

Like they were now.

Morty made a gesture for the Ogre sisters to stand up, or at least not kneel.

They opted to sit before him.

His neck thanked them.

"So, just to make sure I have this straight."

"I am your new Master because I brained that..." Morty asked pointing, though not looking, at the headless corpse.

"Orc, Master." One of the Ogres said.

Good to know that "Fantasy" isn't very fictional now, Morty thought.

"Right, so I brained him, now because Might makes Right, I'm their Master now." He said.

One of the Ogres spoke.

"Yes, you are now our Master."

"No, I'm THEIR Master." Morty said pointing to the Goblins.

The two Ogres looked at each other before one asked Morty.

"What do you mean Master?"

"What I MEAN is that you and your sister are free."

They both looked shocked and looked at each other before looking back at Morty.

"Free to do what Master?"

Morty sighed.

"Free to LEAVE, to go home and rebuild or do... whatever it is Ogres do where you come from."

The two sisters looked happy.

For about 3 seconds.

Then they both got sad and one said.

"We can't Master, our home is gone, what's left is dying."

The other continued.

"Can't go back, the magic that brought us here is gone, we're stuck here."

Morty was now, intrigued, confused, and sad.

"Well, then what are you two going to do now?"

They both perked up and as one said.

"We follow Master!"

"I'm not your Mas-" Morty sighed as the look on their faces said that it wouldn't matter what he said, they'd probably follow him through hell if he went.

"Ok fine. Next order of business is to clean-" He gestured, still not looking, towards the corpse.

"This up." As he finished the still prostrate Goblin got up and ushered over a handful of others and they dragged off the corpse, cackling as some of them poked the body with sharp sticks, looting small shiny bits and bobs, or just eating pieces of it.

"Next I need to go home and clean up." He stated as he made his way out of the mine to wash off the blood, bone, and brains off him.

Then he heard, and felt, footsteps behind him.

He turned and found the Ogre sisters as well as a line of Goblins following after him.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"We are following Master." The Ogres said.

"We goes where Mastah wishes!" The Brown-nosing Goblin at the head of the Green Mile said.

Morty sighed again.

"Ok, here is what's going to happen."

He pointed to the two Ogres.

"YOU can come with me, I can at least give some bullshit story about you two."

He then pointed at the Goblins.

"The rest of you on the other hand can-"

Then a thought struck him like lightning.

"Master? Why are you laughing?" The Ogre sisters asked as Morty cackled like a madman.

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"How long do you think he lasts before he comes back bitching and moaning?" Someone on the strike line asked looking at the mine entrance.

Another looked at his watch.

"Shouldn't be too much longer."

As he finished they all turned and saw Morty, covered in blood, walking towards them with a shit-eating grin.

With two GIANT women behind him.

"Hello everyone! How are you all doing this evening?" Morty asked sweetly smile, and blood, on his face.

The two that had just been talking looked at each other then back at Morty.

"What's going on Mortimer?"

"Hmm? Oh nothing, just that your right."

The others looked shocked.

The Strike Leader came forward.

"What are you playin' at Mortimer!? And why are you covered in blood!?"

"Big rat down there, and I'm not playing at nothing. I just came to say that you were right, the conditions in the mine were dangerous and was not at ALL fit for Humans to work in."

The Strike Leader looked at Morty like he hit his head.

"So... you'll fix it and we can go back to work?"

Morty's smile got even wider.

"Nope."

The Strike Leader looked shocked at Morty.

"But you just said-"

"That it was unfit for Humans to work in, and I agree."

Morty continued, smile still wide on his face.

"That's why I, as acting operator of the mine in the stead of my father, who is away on business, have declared the mine condemned and CLOSED!"

Every human there looked at Morty like he was mad.

"But you can't-"

"As a matter of fact I CAN, law says that in the event of severe structural changes of a mine it is to be closed off for the safety of the public."

The Strike Leader looked red in the face.

"You're just trying to fire us!"

Morty just stood there with a smile wide on his face as the onslaught of insults and threats came at him.

"Of course not! You will all still have jobs here when such a time the mine is deemed fit to reopen."

"How long will that be?!" Someone shouted.

Morty, still with a smile and blood on his face, shrugged his shoulders.

"Who knows, things like this take time, could be weeks, maybe months."

"But we'll still be gettin' paid? Even though the mines down?" The Leader asked.

Smile still wide Morty said.

"Nope."

Insults and increasingly elaborate and graphic threats rained at him.

If it wasn't for the Ogres there they would probably kill him.

"What kind of bullshit is that!?"

"The kind that says we are under no legal obligation to pay you for not working."

The Leader of the Strike was about ready to assault Morty before looking at the VERY large women that stood next to him.

"That's fine! After a couple weeks of no production, hell, after his Daddy gets back, we'll be workin' again!" The others cheered and clapped at his statement.

"And we'll make sure to stay here so no SCABS take what's ours!"

Morty simply clapped with him.

Still smiling.

The Leader groaned.

"Say what your gonna say Mortimer."

"As this is now a condemned zone, you are all now legally trespassing and if you refuse to leave the area of the mine then police will escort you off, for you own safety of course, but repeated violations will possibly land you in jail."

The cheers dropped when the word "Jail" came up.

The Leader just spat on the ground between him and Morty.

"This ain't over Morty."

Him and the others got in their vehicles and left the area of the mine.

As they left Morty cackled.

"I love it when a plan comes together."

"What now Master?" One of the Ogres asked.

"Well, with the Goblins working on a side tunnel out near Jeb's place, remind me to talk to him about that later, and those pissants out of the way."

He turned to his SUV.

"We go home, come on... I actually didn't catch your names?"

"Urga." One said.

"Orga." The other said.

"Well then Urga, Orga, ladies, we go home."