(Sometimes, it’s hard being a grunt…

Sure, there are perks.  Medical and dental benefits are great, you get plenty of vacation time, and Mr. Face was facing the possibility of a promotion in the near future.

However, his life was missing something.  In his search to fill that void in his soul, he purchased a cat companion.  It was delicious, but still, he was feeling a bit…

… Lonely.

Yes, lonely.  None of the other grunts ever talked to him. None of them shared their gossip with him. None of them even offered a friendly “Blaargh!” when seeing him in one of Brennenburg’s many corridors.

He simply sat in his post in the basement, in one of the meat lockers, alone.

But then… What?  Footsteps?  Lamplight?

Could it be… At long last… a companion?

Mr. Face attempted to open the door, but in his haste [and due to clumsy hands] he ended up tearing the door down.

There he was.  Daniel! Perhaps Daniel would like to have a chat—

Wait what— No!  Wait come back!

But it was too late… He was gone…

Alone again, his heart-ular area heavy with grief, Mr. Face attempted to get some of his feelings out by writing a poem.

Only to remember he didn’t know how to write.)