Digging into the soft ground, you continue your search. The lot was covered from corner to corner in holes. But you were certain that you'd hit it. The stuff they called "black gold", or oil for the simpletons who don't know what that means.

After hitting the point where the shovel was useless, you wipe the beads of sweat off your forehead. The sun was a brutal mistress. Pulling yourself up out of the hole, you look at your partner who is resting under a tree. The menacing pink spawn of satan had fallen asleep on the job. It wasn't that you wanted her to help, but she was a last resort; no one else would help you.

You shake her shoulder and wake her up.

"Hey Pinks, you’re up."

Pinkie's job was to drill the hard surfaces that you couldn't get through with a shovel. She gives you an annoyed look and returns to her nap.

"Pinkie, for fuck's sake, get to work!"

She jumps up like a crack of lightning, bearing her creepy-ass grin in your face.

"Anon, I don't want to do this any more. Drilling for oil is boring."