"I will now read the minutes."
"Continuing. In the last sessions there has been no steady progress towards a resolution of labor disagreements. The current economic and working climate between both parties has been found to be unsatisfactory towards both parties. Negotiations began three months ago, and despite the concessions made at the last meeting neither has reached satisfaction."
At this point the Morlock representatives walked out, clutching their heads in despair.
* * *
"Going to the party tonight?"
"Everyone's going, come on. Don't be a pain."
"I don't want to see anyone. I'm going up on land."
He scuttled up after him.
"There's nothing here! Air-plants! They suck!"
"I find it soothing."
"...to slowly dehydrate. If there was anything interesting here I'd tell you to stay. But everyone'll think you're a dick if you don't go."
They scuttled back into the waves.
* * *
It was an incredibly dull dinner party. He wasn't up to his usual tricks at all.
* * *
Weena went over to pick up some fruit off the ground. The others were playing a game which also, unsurprisingly, dwelt on fruit.
Munching away she wandered past the others, who took no notice of her, to the water. She slipped.