Snippet #1388411

Grant continued chewing his ... Ah hell, he wasn't even going to call it food anymore, he continued chewing his sludge as he listened, taking in every word while keeping an uninterested facade. Yes, of course he knew that humans were dying out, who didn't? For all it seemed like an inevitability, for some it couldn't happen quickly enough. At the mention of the Armageddon project he couldn't keep an eyebrow from raising. He'd never heard anyone else speak those words other than his Father. So he hadn't been lying, who'd have thought? Still, it was a dead project, it died with the Earth as far as he was concerned and there was nothing that was going to bring it back. He felt like saying this aloud but he kept his composure, humouring the stranger who had burst in here during his dinner and lectured him about giving hope to humans.

When the man, Kane his name was, had finished speaking and leant back as if awaiting a reply Grant took it upon himself to offer one. So he opened his mouth and belched loudly to clear his throat before starting a speech of his own.
"OK sonny, you listen to me now." He leant forward across the table, leaning on his elbows, to look the man in the eye. His accent, had the region been known to these humans, would not be much unlike a South English common farmer's drawl in a gruff, haggard voice that could just as easily have belonged to a piece of the machinery he worked with. "I work here because I got to, un'erstand? I don't wanna die scrounging around being treated like crap all day but there ain't nothing else out there. And if you think some Granddaddy's story is gonna stop every human trying to earn a livin' then you're a fool. I hardly know a darned thing about the Armageddon Project and I'm guessing you don't either otherwise you wouldn't be pesterin' a slob like me." He leant back and used one stubby fingernail to scrape a chunk of meat from between two teeth with his mouth hanging wide open, continuing to speak as he did so.
"Buh... Wha' li'l ah ooh owh..." He closed his mouth, examining the chuck as he carried on. "...Could be o' use to you an' maybe I'll tell yer." He pushed away his tray with a look of disgust at it and set his hefty boots upon the table in it's place, a small plume of dust billowing up with the thud. "But no one gets nowt for free y' know." Grant had no idea what the man might have to offer him but he had to try. He certainly wasn't going to go through this and come out empty handed. This was valuable information to the man, clearly, and Grant had a family to take care of.

He flicked away the meat as he imitated the lean back to await a response from Kane.