Seriously speaking...
Life is horrible.
Destiny Willowleaf: I am going to assume that is from Warriors. Assumptions are wonderful.
45: The Preparation
The action of making ready or being made ready for use.
"What the hell—well, excuse me!"
"I thought you didn't swear," Bandana Dee said blankly.
Haddle scoffed. "Right. As if. Everyone swears. Don't give me that bullshit and say you haven't. You have. Admit it."
The fat ugly king himself was now perched on Haddle's client seat. Haddle was amazed himself, then started yelling about the king breaking the chair. Offense was taken, but Haddle was able to defend himself.
"All righty," Dedede said, folding his arms. "Let's get down to business. For one... I think you have heard about the Promotion."
"The time of the year when minions do great acts to hopefully promote themselves by pleasing the king with their skills? Yes. I have heard about it. It is a week away, in fact," Haddle replied, paying attention to the clock on the wall instead of Dedede's unsightly face.
"They must not be sick and must have very simple meals every day," Dedede continued. "And because of that, I thought you would be the perfect person to talk to. Just excellent. So the ones taking part in the Promotion will be being taken care of by your clinic."
"That is such an... dishonor."
"What?"
"A clinic is for healing people. Not a feeding people and letting them stay here. There is a great difference there, sir." Haddle continued looking at the clock. "But I would take care of them if absolutely necessary. Their meals will also me absolutely meager. It will be a small bowl of millet gruel every day. Take it or leave it."
Dedede scoffed. "You think I care about what you feed to them?"
"Yes. If I don't feed them, they'll be dead by the end of the week. Which means they'll never get through the Promotion."
"Fine! As long as you feed them. There are 107 taking part in the Promotion and are all waiting outside of the clinic. You are to check their health before sending them to their private rooms which are very close to your clinic."
"Their health will be checked tomorrow," Bandana Dee said, folding his arms, not liking the way Dedede said such things. "We are very busy today. And we expect eleven operations today as well. There will be no time."
As soon as the 107 minions entered the clinic, Midori took over and began his speech. "Listen up. I know you're all excited for the Promotion but you must know that you are staying in some private rooms beside the clinic. You will be fed a bowl of millet gruel and a cup of water for meals every day. If you would like to go out of your room, you must inform one of the staff at the clinic and first receive permission, or else you will no longer be in the Promotion. If you would like to quit the Promotion, please do inform one of the staff here. If any questions, you could ask the staff, again."
As Midori stepped off of the crate that was used as a platform, Haddle made a face. "You think half of them would get promoted? You've been here longer than any of us."
Midori shrugged. "My guess is only a fifth would get promoted. And a fifth is a lot, over the previous years."
