Avoran45 awoke with a start to be welcomed with the near freezing temperature of his igloo. He gazed about to see his five belongings: a red clock, a brown couch and chair, a welcome mat, and a potted ficus. Those of his class were disallowed to own items other than these, but Avoran45 accepted this; for it was all he had ever known.
Looking at his hungry puffles then at his empty wallet, he set out to his part-time job as a bean catcher. Why the bags couldn't be simply carried into the shop he did not know. Perhaps this is why he was paid so poorly. He arrived to see the truck pulling up and opening, revealing the penguins inside. After chuckling to themselves maniacally, they began pelting Avoran45 with bags and bags of coffee beans. Avoran45 did his best to catch every bag they threw at him until he collapsed under the weight of 6. He awoke to the three penguins out of the truck and yelling at him to get back up. As he rose shakily to his large, orange feet, he considered giving up and using the Observable Noncommittal Less Inclined to Need Extra Cordiality in Order to Deal with the Economy System (more commonly known as O.N.L.I.N.E. C.O.D.E.S.), but Avoran45 was a penguin of honor and had vowed upon birth to gain his wealth legitimately. Remembering this, he stood back up and proceeded to catch more and more bags, and once he had finally regained his confidence, the three penguins began chucking anvils at his head. This had to be some sort of labor code violation. But on an island of ice with no organized government, no laws, and no police force, Avoran45 had no rights.
Avoran45 returned to his igloo with 30 o-berries for his puffles and thoughts of fear swimming through his mind.