Zeb Ya

Script

Bossman: Dunderheads! Stop musing and get back to work! Resol! *yells and grabs him* Mythril doesn't just grow on trees! Get out of my sight!

Resol: *squeeks and runs away*

Mage and Zeb: *both blink*

Boss: What are you two dullards staring at? *points to a bunch of large cylinders on the floor* I want forty of these done by the end of the shift!

ROM: *groans* How come we get in trouble everytime Resol comes out here?

Zeb: Life could be much worse. *suddenly, in his pocket, the crystal shards begin to light up and crackle*