Gurggle's First Diary Cassette
"At this point, I don't get-a what Chilbo's plan is for this company. The animations sure aren't being finished on time anymore. And I certainly don't see why-a we need this-a machine. It's-a noisy, it's-a messy and who-a needs that much ink anyway? Also, get this. Chilbo had each one of us donate something from our-a workstation. We put them on these little-a pedestals in the-a break room to help appease the-a gods, Chilbo says. Keeps things going. I think he's lost his-a mind. But, hey, he writes the-a checks. But I tell you what. If one more of these-a pipes bursts, I'm outta here." Gurggle said.
Kamzo's First Diary Cassette
"It's dark and it's cold and it's stuck in behide every single wall now. In some places, I swear this godforsaken ink is clear up to my knees! Who ever thought that these crummy pipes could hold up under this kind of strain either knows something about pressure I don't, or he's some kind of idiot. But the real worst part about all this... are them noises the system makes. Like a dying dog on it's last legs. Make no mistake, this place... this... machine... heck, this whole darn thing... it just isn't natural. You can bet, I won't be doing any more repair jobs for Mister Chilbo." Kamzo said.
