Oh man, these guys again? That’s the Brass Tacks Building Company. The cillikeeper life is really not about money, and that cheeses them off. Most people who are still obsessed with the stuff wind up working for this interplanetary mega-corporation.
It’s hard to exploit cillimorphs thanks to their extreme goofery, but Brass Tacks found a way. They make all their money with low bids on construction projects, then build everything out of super flimsy and hollow cells and crates. To stabilize them, they capture and trick cillimorphs into stuffing themselves inside, size and mass being more of a suggestion to them. That makes the buildings way more stable, with cillimorph flesh being great at shock absorption.
Of course, when they fail to fill their units or the morphs escape, things come tumbling down and the Tacks blame everyone else. They claim they don’t shove morphs in their goods at all, and leave them to dark claustrophobic misery for years at a time, but everybody knows their pants are on fire. They also have the nerve to claim cillimorphs just put themselves in there on their own, which only happens a tiny portion of the time with the dumbest ones.
Steer clear of these corn nuts, if you know what’s good for you and your morphs. You’ll know them by their colors, brown and brass, with the higher ranks adding red and extra dumb tiers to their tack-hats. Their clownfaces and noses are usually pretty drab, with it all just being a facade to lure in earnest cillimorphs who just want to play.
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