I want some frickin nuggets. Ya wanna go get some with me, Doc?

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I want some frickin nuggets. Ya wanna go get some with me, Doc?
((Officially back from hiatus. Already posted a starter and am ready to rp again.))
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The desert night was cool, the moon shone bright high in the void and the desert seemed to be at peace, which obviously meant something was very very wrong.
The fox god had been purposely avoiding any and all news of the two desert towns and because of such was now very much out of the loop. He supposed now was the best time to try and sneak back to Nightvale and snoop about. Hopefully his favorite spot to hit up humanoids for information, Steve Carlsberg's residence, would still be part of the corporeal world. Or he could just venture into the dog park and exchange news with the hooded figures. They were always up on the lastest and greatest.
With a shake of his head to rid his ears of settled dust and sand, the small desert kit fox began his trek across the desert. It would not be too long before he would be on the outskirts of town.
((yo I'll scribble the mistletoe things while I'm doing other stuff then tag you guys when I actually post them))
askthefoxgod: Supervisors, I have not heard from you in some time. Is my productivity too low? Have I forgotten an important task? Or am I doing exactly as I should?
You are a burning stone of a sheet of ice. You sing of storms.
Multiply! Multiply!
Yeah, you’re doing fine.
askthefoxgod: I don't understand why the rest of the town seems to dislike you. I find your theories to be rather interesting. What are your theories regarding just what the management of Strex Corp. is made up of? Are the human, or something more sinister?
"That’s a VERY good question that’d I’d be more than happy to shed some light on because this is a matter that affects everyone who’s felt personally victimized by StrexCorp."
"I’ve actually been within StrexCorp’s walls recently and believe me, you NEVER want to get caught and forced into their slave labor."
"StrexCorp is run by one main C.E.O. and a work force of about 1 million and growing rapidly. They take workers of all ages, all genders, and all species. The sinister bits I haven’t seen first hand because I was shackled to a desk in the public relations quarters."
"Hope that answers your question."
PSSST, The Fox God has fleas.