It is what I always remember it as. Vince thought to himself. It was like this then too. Perhaps a little too much so...
Vince plowed away at the ground, tilling it for what was to come. His new protege, Sarganno, was avidly doing his part in spades on the roof.
"Hey Vince!" He hollered down from the rooftop. Vince turned to look up his way. "When is your uncle going to send us some food?"
"In a few short days. Nevermind that, get to work!"
"Get to work he says." Sarganno said begrudgingly. "I wonder how he feels working on an empty stomach."
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