Moxie approached the construction site just as the whistle blew to signal lunch time. A bunch of butch furs moseyed off of the scaffolding and out of their cement trucks to head into the trailer that was set up for them to eat their lunches out of. Moxie tried to be as quiet as possible, but she could only sneak so far before a fat boar saw her.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing around here, this is a hard hat-"
Before he could say another word, Moxie sprung on him and wrapped his face in the soles of her feet, smothering him with her nasty feet. He was out like a light and hidden under an empty cardboard box before anyone could hear him. Moxie sighed in relief, but she'd have to be much more careful.
She examined the construction site and saw that one worker hadn't gone to lunch yet. Sitting in a doublewide lawn chair, with her hands behind her head and her furry armpits stinking up the air, was Rosie, the foreman and the one that hated Moxie so much. Right now she was snoring loudly while a small radio beside her played "You don't Mess Around with Jim"
Thankfully she was still asleep. Even if Rosie was big, dumb and slow, Moxie didn't wanna take her chances fighting her. She had two choices right now, she could either try to slip past Rosie, enduring her B.O, or head to the other side of the construction site, past the open and reeking Port-a-potties. She was more likely to run into more workers if she went to the toilets, but a dozen shit-filled holes couldn't stink as bad as Rosie's armpits.
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