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Chowder asked. Again, Mung popped in another pill, then swallowed the
water. The process took place over and over again, as if Chowder
wasn't even in the room. Still confused, Chowder took a step closer.
Suddenly, Mung daal turned around, glaring at the small, overweight
Mung said wearily, "get out! You can't be in here right now."A worried expression
came across Chowder's face. "There's an order waiting for you
down in the kitchen... shouldn't we be working on it?"Mung Daal turned
around, holding his forehead as if he had come across a headache. He
sat down on his bed, facing the wall. "No, no," he said.
"not today. We'll get it tomorrow. The customer can wait a
day..."Chowder sighed. "O-ok."
He reluctantly agreed, leaving the room. Although disappointed, he
knew the answer already anyway. Mung had said the same thing
yesterday, and the day before that. In fact, he's been skipping out
on a lot of orders lately. He couldn't understand why. Then, out of
curiosity, Chowder turned back to the door. As quietly as he could,
he cracked it open slightly, enough for him to see Mung again.He was no longer
swallowing strange pills. In fact, he was doing something even more
confusing. He had taken a small handful of what looked like tiny
white rocks, wrapped them in...