Only War Is Eternal

Working? Never. Not in this lifetime.

If Hogg gave up tempting fate, it'd be like Che Guevara not picking up batteries and instead opening a shop, only to go bankrupt. It just wouldn't make any sense.

After Witchcraft Bacon left, Hogg and the Angel resumed their grand endeavor of tempting fate. This time, though, they'd learned their lesson: they only used the appearances of other Primarchs for production, and didn't stubbornly use Yellow Weasel. Hogg could take it, but Sanguinius couldn't. He was still sporting a black eye, and one of his eyes was swollen shut.

In the interest of cost-effectiveness and efficiency, Hogg and Sanguinius used the General-Purpose Bliss Angel Maker to produce high-spec Doll Mecha, while Guilliman used the leftover materials to make little cans.

In terms of quality, these so-called knockoffs weren't much different from the originals. Hogg was a C'tan, after all, and the officially recognized Omnissiah. A mere doll-making machine was nothing; one glance from his discerning eyes and he understood how it worked. In short: homage! It was all fucking homage.

After producing Rog, Dorn, Konrad Zizi, and even Pepe, Hogg's pride and joy with her long, straight black hair, he entered the late stages of chronic laziness once more. He simply had the Bliss Angels fused with the Brain Bug handle production themselves, while he and the Angel slacked off nearby.

To make the mission as comfortable as possible, Hogg had brought along everything he could think of. Not only had he brought an entire arsenal, he'd also thoughtfully packed a warehouse full of fresh fruit, vegetables, and meat. He'd even stashed a whole shipping container of Triple-Cow Canned Food.

With the Hive City's sweet, cloying exhaust fumes as seasoning, Hogg and the Angel found a clean spot and started up a hot