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Adelsin wrote:

*hands over two more moose*

*proceeds to cry profusely on Sneyland's shoulder*

Your tears have not been in vain. After a month, you are invited into the Silicon States, to witness a wondrous sight. You are tempted to call it a "Moose factory", but the negativity carried with that term isn't present.
It is more of a skyscraper-sized condo for meese. You see them splashing in pools and whooshing down slides, skydiving and base jumping with giant moose-a-chutes. When they are sleeping in their comfy mud pools, men come over, rub a patch of their fur with anesthetic, and pluck a few hairs. The hairs are then fed to a giant automaton disguised as a moose, which (using some strange chemicals and green lightening) creates a small moose baby, which then runs along to enjoy the paradise it is born in. The only price is a little bit of their antlers being clipped off. The antler clippings are then sent to a laboratory, where they are zapped, popped, and turned into delicious and nutricious cookies, which are already beign shipped to every children's sweet shop in the mineral triplets.

On the factory, there is a sign: "In honour of Adelsin and Sneyland, the humble moose farmers who inspired us to this project"