ns2_hotdogs

Welcome to the largest hot dog manufacturer this side of forbidden sector 3X7Q-A. I'll be your tourguide, BeigeAlert (not to be mistaken with BeigeAlbert).

First on our tour is the Cloning vats, where we grow our very own skulks, because if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. Time and time again, our skulks are rated an average of 30 scrumptomitons tastier than the next leading brand.
If that wasn't horrifying enough for you, you'll be glad to see there's a lot more of them over here. Come on over to the Catwalk to see.
Next on our tour is the Specimen Tanks, where we closely monitor each skulks growth through the embryonic stage. Those that are born malformed or smelly are terminated, and fed to the healthy skulks for that double-skulk flavor.
Once the skulks are believed to be old enough to tear out a man's jugular -- and after testing this theory on the less desirable employees and health inspectors -- we move the skulks out of the tanks and into the Maturation Center, where we allow them to grow up in a more-or-less free-range environment.
Once the skulks have lived a long and happy week or so, they're ripe for the harvesting. Let's look at the killing floor! Don't let the name throw you -- It's not really a floor at all. It's more of a steel grating that allows raw material to sluice through.
Once the skulks have been "laid to rest" utilizing the most pointy machinery known to man, the raw material is hauled off to the cooking station where it will have its soul blasted out of its lifeless husk by 20,000 degrees of intense gamma radiation heat... a sentence which doesn't make sense.
After being thoroughly cooked, the meat is then sent through the meat chutes to the cheese injectors, which lie deep underground for our own safety of course, should a code 9 ensue; we're talking about CHEESE here people, not some harmless explosives!
Next on the tour is the Cheese Mines. "But Beige, I thought cheese was a dairy product, why would it need to be mined" Good question, I'll dodge it by appealing to your emotions. We've lost 20 good men down in these mines, are you saying they sacrificed themselves in vain? That their widows and children ought to be ashamed!? That's right. That's what I thought you didn't say.
Sorry about that rude person earlier, they've been ejected from the tour. Next up is the freezer. Now intergalactic travel is fast thanks to worm-hole travel -- and a special NO-thanks to black hole travel -- but it is still not fast enough to ensure instantaneous delivery to you, the consumer... damn FDA... not letting us fire these things out of a cannon... Hang on, earlier: did I say "tour"? I meant atmosphere. Anyways, three of you have just fallen over and stopped moving, so I'll assume it's everyone's desire to move on now.
Here is the loading dock. As you can see, due to the recent spike in space pirate activity, we've had to take a few extra space precautions to ensure that the produce reaches its intended space destination. We've outfitted our space delivery space truck here with a special space minigun which fires several thousand space rounds every space second.
That's the formal end of our tour here. Follow me to the employees lounge where we have some drinks for you people. No not real drinks, just "refreshments", i.e. no booze. I- sir step away from the balcony please.
Are there any questions? Yes you, the one cowering in the back wondering what happens to people who ask questions. Ah you ask what was with all that grunting and swearing coming from around the Meat Chutes area. Good question, what you probably heard was Gus, our security guy. You'll never guess where he works. Yes that's right, the security room... lucky guess. He's an ex military contractor who was dishonorably discharged for drinking on the job. We don't like to judge here, so we decided hiring his drunk, racist butt would be the best way to prove it. Later, we even hired the rest of him.
Say where is Gus? Better check the Arsenal, he could be in one of his "moods" again.
What's that you say? The alcohol and meat fumes are making you nauseous? Well let's move out to get some fresh air for you. Nothing clears the lungs like a little time in the boiling-hot-steam-pipe room. But we just call it Maintenance for short. Strange that it's the only place here that needs maintenance... oh well.
Oh you're having a negative reaction to searing hot gases? Why didn't you just say so. Let's go to the view to see how you cope with fresh air, a great view, and a big ole' does of cosmic radiation.
Alright folks, I've just been informed by the boys upstairs that we're going to have to cut this tour short. It seems a cranky widdle skulkie wulkie just massacred its handler and was last seen heading this way. Yes? Ah, yes that was what all those flashing red lights were all about, that's very astute of you. Now this way please, quickly now.
GO ON WITHOUT ME!!!! AND REMEMBER... TRY NEW CHILI CHEESE CLOGS!!! REMEMBER ME!!!! AAGGGGHHHHH!!! engorge..... yourself.......... see... what I.... did- ack....ggghghhghghglglghghhhhhhhhhhh.
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Workshop link: http://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=174122137

EDIT: Well this is embarrassing... how do you get images to embed in the post?

EDIT2: You know what? Nevermind. Probably best this way, otherwise this would be a monster of a thread.