Rocko is a dark magenta Myrefolk with a pale, purple face. He wears a large golden hat with brown branch-like objects at the tip. His clothing is a dark green, and he has pale grayish-green shoulder pads. He carries a dark maroon staff with twisting teal vines.
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"Already got four new jobs lined up next week and guess what, kid? NOT ONE OF THEM involves anything creepy OR crawly. I run a respectable, bug-free business and that's that!"
"So I've got the flooring installed tomorrow, and the roofer's coming Tuesday. That's just enough time to make sure-- Hey, it's about time you showed up! The houses are right back there. You'd best get to it."
"Look, buddy, I told you on the phone: I'm renovating these houses, but the lady who owned 'em covered 'em in gingerbread, frosting, and candy. I don't know why you'd do that, though: that's a good way to make sure the neighborhood kids never leave."
"What do you think it has to do with you? I need you to get rid of the last of the candy features on each house. Them suckers are impossible to get off. Why else would I hire a saccharexterminator?"
"I don't have time for all this, pal. You look like a nice guy, so why don't you just do yourself a nice guy favor and pry those suckers off the houses, capiche?"
"That's some pretty good craftsmanship, buddy. If the rest of the deadbeat workers I've hired were as good as you, I might actually turn a profit on these houses and not drink myself to an early grave."
"Got a job for you in Sporesville" they said.... "It's just a quick thing," they said... 'cept they said ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about cleanin' up a whole dang PARADE of VERMIN!!!"
"I know I have a great reputation for fixin' stuff around here, but I gotta be start bein' more picky with my projects. A friend asks if I can come by Sporesville and get some "rowdy troublemakers" under control, so I'm gettin' all pumped-up to yell at some punk kids..."
"Only to find out that these "TROUBLEMAKERS" are a FULL-ON INFESTATION of FREAKIN' LOCUSTS. Funny how that detail got left out! ROCKO DOES NOT DEAL WITH BUGS. But Rocko also doesn't break a contract."
"WELL GEE, I thought you'd never ask, Junior! You're hired. Get out there and grab those creepy crawlers, and I'll make it worth your while. Hurry up now, kid-don't want to tick off your new boss!"
"Alright, alright, big whoop-you did it. A good contractor gets the job done and gets out, you understand? No bragging, no fuss. That bein' said...I'm REAL glad I didn't have to deal with those little winged suckers, so here's something for your trouble. Just take it and scram, OK?"
"Already got four new jobs lined up next week and guess what, kid? NOT ONE OF THEM involves anything creepy OR crawly. I run a respectable, bug-free business and that's that!"
"Figured you were the discerning type! We'll settle your invoice once the job's done. Now, as for the brass tacks..."
"See that big ol' dragon statue in the water? 'Round here it's called the Mistbreath Dragon. Get what's wrong with this picture? It's S'POSED to be a FOUNTAIN, but something's been cloggin' the works."
"I need you to dive down into the lake, take a look at the pipes, and get rid of whatever's stuffin' 'em up. Report back to me when you got it done!"
"Well, for cryin' out loud--no WONDER the fountain wasn't working with all this junk crammed in the tubes!"
"Wait a dang second... It still ain't flowing! There should be water comin' outta that maw. Hmm..."
"Could be that something's stuck in its mouth, too. Go check it out, kid--we're burnin' daylight here!"
"There it is! The Mistbreath Dragon's returned to glory! Say, what was up in its maw anyhow?"
"Well if that ain't just about THE most disgusting thing I've seen all week. And you should SEE some of my contracts."
"...Anyhow, I gotta hand it to you kid... you're startin' to grow on me. But if you tell ANYONE I said that, you're gonna regret it, you hear me?"
"Alright, here you go. Honest pay for an honest day's work."
"*sniff* Hey, Kid, you maybe got a second? I *sniff* wanna talk to you about somethin'..."
"WHAT?! Of course not, jeez-I ain't no SOFTIE!"
"Woah woah woah, wipe that sorry look off your face RIGHT NOW-I'm not cryin' or nothing! Jeez."
"My eyes are just watering on account a' the awful STENCH. Turns out the new development I'm working on is overgrown with a bunch of plants that are stinking up the place! Hundreds of years on the job, and I've never smelled anything like it..."
"It's sorta like wet fur that's also... burning somehow? Nah, that's not right. More like... old potatoes... that are melting? Nope, that doesn't fully capture it either..."
"Y'know how Myrefolks' sense of taste n' smell is considered UNDERDEVELOPED outside a' water? Well, if it's causin' ME this kinda distress, we've got a real situation on our hands."
"Woah there, don't go faintin' on me, kid! A strong Spark like you oughta be able to handle this! Listen, if you think you could help things along, I'd be much obliged."
"If you're sure you can handle it, I'd be much obliged. I'm sure it smells even worse to a Spark like you!"
"In case you're not catchin' my drift, I'm offering you a BIG reward if you go finish up the job for me. The offending stink plants are over in this swamp behind me, got it? And uh... hold your breath."
"What's that?! *sniff* Do I smell-*sniff* NOTHING??!! It's so BEAUTIFUL!"
"Kid, you DID IT! You made short work of that stench! I can finally breathe again... and most important, I can get back to work on this development! I really can count on you in a pinch, can't I?"
"You know what? You've worked hard for me, done some tough jobs, no complainin', always helpful in a pinch."
"Normally I don't do this, but you wanna help ol' Rocko with something? Not a contract job... something, ah, personal"
"Ok, ok, don't make me regret this by getting all soft and emotional on me. Now, do you know what time it is? Like, in Myrefolk culture?"
"...All right. Well, once a year, around this time, us Myrefolk gather together and take canoes out on the marsh, to re-create the journey of our ancestors from Water to Land. Y'see, even though we're land-dwellers now, we still feel that connection to the water, to our forefathers!"
"Officially, it's called the "Odyssey of Ancestors", but some kids nowadays just call it "Homecoming Season". A little casual for my taste, but I 'spose I can't change the trends..."
"That's the thing, to make the Odyssey, we need canoes. And I have the honour of building 'em every year. But to get started, I need wood soaked in the water of the Marsh. Think you can make that happen for me?"
"Well, good, 'cause this is important to me! I'd normally only trust a Myrefolk with something like this, but I dunno, you seem like a good one. Oh stop smilin' like that, and just get the dang wood!"
"Dang, looks great, kid! I knew you could do it. Hey, I bet my ancestors wouldn't think you're half bad... for a land-walker."
"Ugh, that's enough outta me. I always get all soft and sentimental whenever the Odyssey rolls around, so get out of my FACE before I say somethin' real mushy! Seriously, I'm heading WAY too close to hug territory, SCRAM!!"
