"Hey, uh, could you grab me a new wrench from the tool room? Mine, ah, isn't working..."
Evan gave the husky a nod. "Sure thing."
"Know where the tool room is?" Theo asked.
"Red door on the other side of the building, right?"
"Yep!"
Off went Evan to fetch the tool for Theo, his coworker and team mate for the past two weeks since starting at ManufactCo. There, in an obscure corner of the manufacturer floor, the husky and the lion assembled TX-787 Model air compressors. The machines were designed for small-scaled industrial use and sold for quite the price, each unit going for $1,700. What made them cost so much was that each device needed to be assembled by paw. This was Theo's area of expertise, and it was soon to be Evan's as well.
The husky was one of the better coworkers the cream-colored had. He was understanding, good at explaining things, and made sure Evan was assembling the units correctly. The dog stood a little over a foot taller than him, and the 200-plus pounds he had on the lion (Pounds which settled around his hefty stomach and rump) made him an imposing figuring.
But something was off about Theo.
Evan returned with the wrench fifteen minutes later and he observed two things about Theo.
First, the dog seemed intoxicated. Not drunk, necessarily, but giddy and relaxed.
"He's the wrench, Theo!" Evan said, handing the tool over.
"The...what?" asked Theo before stifling a burp.
"The wrench you asked me to get you."
"Oh...oh! Y-yeah, just in time, I guess!" He grabbed to wrench and tossed to onto his work bench before picking up his pneumatic drill and lazily poking it at the unit he was working on.
The second thing Evan noticed was the husky's suddenly swollen belly. The standard issue navy blue jumpsuits Theo wore left little to the imagination. The material always clung tightly to the dog's ponderous tummy. Now, it appeared as if Theo had chocked down a half dozen roasted chicken in the little time Evan was away. Theo's belly jutted out nearly a foot further out in all directions, giving the dog an almost perfectly spherical stomach. The front zipper on his jumpsuit was down halfway exposing a few inches of the top of his bloated tummy.
This had been the seventh or eight time Evan found his coworker like this, suddenly blown up and in a stupor. At first, the lion kept his mouth shut, not wanting to rock the boat. But now he wanted some answers.
"Hey, Theo..." began the lion...
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