"I thought something was deviling you, the way you was carrying on in your sleep." He raised thick eyebrows. "Is their production down again?"
"Worse than that, John. Kenton has had the gall to request time off to build a new house!"
"No! I can't believe it."
"I can't either, John. They know it's not in the Manual."
"Certainly it's not, Chief. The nerve of those people wanting to do something that's not in the Manual!"
"People like us wrote the Manual, John," the Chief added with simple modesty. "That is why it is so good, good, good."
"I know," said John, accepting the weight. Then he complained bitterly, "Wanting to build a new house! They are supposed to do personal stuff at night, or when it's raining."
The Chief allowed his rage to climb. "They've got nothing to do but go out into the jungle and pick a little old bale of pretzins every day, but do you think they are going to do it? No. They want me to go and do it for them!"
"You can't do it, Chief!" protested John.
"You know I can't, John," agreed Wattles as he stretched. "I got all I can manage right here. More."