Drubbins trundled up to the job board, holding one platter of pancakes in his hand and just picking them up and plopping them, whole, in his mouth. It was right nice of that bloke to clear up that confusion and but him all these pancakes. He liked that bloke.

While he'd been eating, though, it looked like one of the bosses underlings had put some real jobs up on that board. He reached over and ripped one down, then held it up over his head. This had worked before, so he called out. "OI! Who 'ere can read?"