Somewhere, West Virginia, USA.

Morty got out of his SUV and the Ogre sisters climbed off the roof. He tried to squeeze them into the back but they were just too big to fit.

It certainly drew a few eyes having two 8ft tall, girthy women riding on top of his SUV. They suggested jogging along side while he drove home when they first left the mine, but he felt bad having them walk. They also suggested carrying him back home... bridal style.

He politely refused.

He noticed the gate chain had been cut, most likely how Jeb got in, he thought as he and the sisters made their way to the elevator.

It descended with little fuss even with the two Ogres with him. When they got to the bottom they headed into the darkness, one Ogre ahead and one behind him.

The lights were still out and his "cave-vision" was piss poor, one thing he should actually fix in the mine. He also began to notice the Ogre sister ahead of him kept slowing down and forcing him to run into her.

The implication and the fact the Ogre sister behind him would speed up and wedge him in-between them left little to what the sister's wanted.

He was just grateful they hadn't jumped him... yet.

The darkness was gradually replaced with light from the cavern the Goblin's central "hub" was. It was as rowdy as when he was first brought here.

Though the circumstance was better than last.

Most were left to their own devices when he left and they've used the time, and freedom, to throw together some ramshackle shantytown. It was an improvement from last time, most just slept on the ground, Ogre sisters included, while the Orc had his own tent to himself.

He wasn't sure if it was because they just arrived in his world or if the Orc just didn't care.

Now it was bustling with activity as they worked to build their home from scraps of what was lying around and mining coal for him.

As they made their way to the center of "Goblintown" the ass-kissing Goblin from last time ran up to them.

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"Boss, Boss! Wha's can we's do fer you?" The little brown-noser babbled to Morty as he skidded to a halt and bowed low to him.

Morty didn't care for the bowing and scraping of the Goblin, though beggars can't be choosers.

"How is the mine running?" Morty asked.

The Goblin looked up with a crooked yellow smile.

"Runnin' good Boss, da Bois is workin' 'ard diggin' up da Blak Rok fer you!"

"Good, how's the tunn-" Morty was interrupted mid sentence as a Goblin fell, screaming, from on high and was promptly turned into a green stain to the left of him.

Morty was shocked at the suddenness of it, but neither the Goblin nor the Ogres looked at all fazed by what just happened.

"Tunn'l goin' good Boss, is almo-" Morty held up a hand to stall the Goblin.

"Quick question. How many of you are there?" Morty asked, he didn't see any female Goblins, or if he did they didn't LOOK female.

The Goblin perked up.

"Fousands! Dere is many of Bois red'y ta do as you command Boss!"

Morty just watched as a pair of Goblins ran up and picked at what was left of the Gobamole stain.

"And HOW exactly do you guys, well make more "Bois", I don't see any Goblin women anywhere?" Morty asked as they finished looting the green stain of what little it had that survived.

The Goblin looked ecstatic at Morty.

"Boss want's more Bois!? Boss gets more Bois, follow!"

So Morty and the sisters followed the Goblin into a tunnel northeast from the town.

It wasn't far before they arrived to a passage that overlooked a large cavern that was empty, though a wooden ramp had been thrown together to provide access nearby.

"So what am I looking at?" Morty asked in confusion at the empty cavern.

The Goblin just cackled.

"Watch Boss!"

And watch Morty did as the little greenskin whistled down the tunnel.

Around twenty or so Goblins were lead into the cavern, stripped bare of anything Morty noticed they were completely bare under their scraps! No genitalia at all!

But then how were they going to reproduce, Morty thought as the gaggle were stopped in the center of the cavern. Morty's eyes went wide when the guards that escorted them began to butcher them!

"The fuck you trying to pull you little bastard!" Morty seethed as he grabbed the Goblin by the front of the sack-like robe he wore.

The pathetic thing was shaking as Morty shook him in anger.

"Boss ax'd fer more Bois!"

"Yeah! More means MORE, not less, and it certainly doesn't mean butchering them like swine you little fuck!" Morty began to shake the Goblin Headman as his rage at what he could only assume was some sick joke.

As the last were cut down the Goblin Headman pointed desperately towards the pile of dead gobbos.

"Boss! Boss! Look!"

"WHAT!?" Morty fumed as he turned to look at the slaughter that just occurred. He watched as the pile of gore began to smoke and sizzle. He dropped the Goblin as the pile of Goblins melted and boiled until it was just a green bubbling pool where they were.

Then he watched as a nekked Goblin crawled out of the pool. The bare creature shook itself off before running up the ramp and into Goblintown.

"See Boss! Bois!" The Goblin pointed after the creature, then after a minute or so, another that pulled itself out and the process repeated every few minutes.

After twenty minutes or so of just watching as dozens of Goblins dragged themselves from the genesoup Morty turned back towards the Goblin Headman and asked a simple question.

"How?"

The Goblin looked up at Morty.

"How wat Boss?"

Morty pointed at the greenpool as yet another Goblin crawled from it.

"HOW?!"

The Goblin looked from Morty's finger to the pool and back again before shrugging it's hairy shoulders.

"Don't know Boss, it just works."

If anything those words seemed to anger Morty more than the callus killing of the Goblins before hand.

"It just works?"

He turned to the sisters, and they both shrugged their own thick shoulders, just as confused as Morty was. Though probably not caring as much as he did.

"So, your ENTIRE species reproduces by you dying in a pile and then spawning from the tomatillo sauce leftover, and you have no idea WHY!?" Morty fumed at the insanity of it.

The Goblin just nodded his head, not daring to speak. Morty just huffed and stormed away before calling back.

"That's horseshit! Good thing I know someone who might make sense of this insanity!" Morty said as he made his way outside to make a call to someone that could have a better idea of the how's and whys.

RRIINNGG!

RRRIINNGG!

"Morty?" Clive said as he answered his friend's call.