Okay so... someone was making a backpack for their bees and happened to mention that they needed 2 wools to complete the ensemble. Our eager companion said, "Okay I get you wool!"
2 blocks of wool were delivered, one blue and one black. Strange color choice. The maker of the backpack said, "You didn't kill for this wool... did you?"
Alas, the companion had indeed killed two sheep from the automated shearing station. The blue. And the black.
Mayhem ensued. Gravity guns were deployed to move freshly bred baby sheep to the appropriate pen where they were dyed the appropriate color.
One blue. One black.
And no one will ever know........
2 blocks of wool were delivered, one blue and one black. Strange color choice. The maker of the backpack said, "You didn't kill for this wool... did you?"
Alas, the companion had indeed killed two sheep from the automated shearing station. The blue. And the black.
Mayhem ensued. Gravity guns were deployed to move freshly bred baby sheep to the appropriate pen where they were dyed the appropriate color.
One blue. One black.
And no one will ever know........
