"What is it with you guys and repairs? Tell me this: What's the point repairing things that just seem to grow right back up out of the shit, stronger and filthier for your troubles?"
"You have anything better to do?"
"Yeah," Ujuor answers, a bit too gleefully.
There is a hard popping sound, a sick and sucking noise as the dirty aire floods into the hole. The OSK tech falls down, down, down into the darkness of the Pit.
Ujuor increases the brightness of negative-hued headlamps, looking down after the sacrificial offering.
"For their hunts, ritual life within, among men Such they slay."